The little train takes us far away for the day. Just a ways down the track one can find the water. A sweet escape from the runnings of regular things. I can taste the ocean, while winds roughen rosy cheeks and slip through shoulders shuddering in the cold. But still it is beautiful.
Tiny racks of lobster traps sprinkled here and there, up along the coast just for the look of it. And now we’re running down the pier to get as close as we can to the edge. Waiting for a sweet wave to scoop us out to sea and carry us away again; some place new.
Allison Jae writes 
Great post 😁
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Thank you!
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