Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne. Bryan Procter I think it’s the night that I like best. The sails are down; the diesel is silent, ripples lap against the hull, and the drink and wonderment are cracked open. There is infinity above, and tomorrow isContinue reading “The Night”
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