Listening to the water lap up on the shore.
I can hear the wind with the mixture of the sound of gulls
A bell. a single bell chimes probably from some fishing boat that is working
out of my line of sight
just over the horizon.
No other sounds come to my ear
I close my eyes and imagine what this shoreline beach felt like a thousand years ago
When there was no town.
No marina.
No tourists.
When there was no bell.
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