Day 1651, my shore. Day's pictures, Poetry I have many memories that I stranded on the islands before my coast ~ and when the moon and the winds play together their game ~ I remember what washes on my shoreShare this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related