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Rising Tide

The cre­ative process in me craves edges to grind on. This ain’t it. I face west out to sea, beyond this coun­try, to sea, to the paci­fied calm, but my cam­era is fac­ing back in, east­ward, look­ing for some action. Get up, move, con­nect, … Con­tinue read­ing

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