through half-open screens
crash against snow
shells
sand
carrying
with every white-trimmed length of frigid sea
salting the coast
soaking the contours
saving the cries
bitterness sails on a wind-swept afternoon
of flurried sunshine
frozen movement
sprays acrid
into numbing air
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This one needs work with word choice....some spots are really rusty but then again, the block has been in place for some time now.
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