Windy, damp, and enlivening: the coast of Newport, RI on a overcast day, anything but dismal with the sound of the waves dashing themselves repeatedly against the snail encrusted and seaweed draped rocks. With the crisp scent of salt tingling in one's nose and the air buffeting one's clothes and hair and body added to a day of rest and the company of friends, it has just the right amount of seasoning.
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Tell us honestly how long it takes you to come up with such spectacular poetry - there is no way I would come up with writing like that.
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