A new port, a new poem. Maybe thinking a bit about home. About having my cake, and eating it too? A line from a old song stuck replaying in my head. "Wasting away again, in Margaritaville" All jumbled together with some early morning views of a Car-Ferry crossing this bay, as we were coming in one misty morning. Probably not a very relatable offering, but any thoughts, are welcome.
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