Writing as discovery—Celebrating love and family with snapshots and poems

You give me wings to fly over white foam and roll and wishing spray far from shore from home from warm shoulder ground and Father's balance

I bound open shy wings soar above our shadow long over whistling light and the sea's spirit song

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