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Hug Point Oregon

September 14th 4:30pm

The tide was out so the beach streached on. The roaring ocean casting a misty wind off her sandy shore. Huge rock formations rise from the sands. Pirate like caves speckle the beach walk. Mystical waterfalls that trinkle or rush depending on the time. We venture on up a fresh stream that trinkles down into the ocean. At times a waterfall. Now a stream we walk up to enjoy lunch away from the roaring ocean wind. 

Hug Point Oregon. Your shores linger with me so. Love Conqures Hate I wrote in the sands. It will be walked over and swallowed by the waves soon enough. 

Ocean life in a pool of waters along the shore line during low tide.

Until We Meet Again ☆ 

Under The Same Moon ☆


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