from the observation deck,
women, hips on hands, waiting for husband to climb to the top where she awaits, hand in his, love.
a dogmatic dog march, to the left adn to the right.
freshmen wiht no gear steeple down
the 4th generation couple,
step down
the 30s, trying to stay fit but loving eachother and the view.
joggers outfitted use water as weight, buidling muscle in every place, wiht the outift of multipurpose.
starting couple sits side by side poitng out yonder, nestled together.
opposite outfit sass walk commences among the grains of time.
few acknowledgments go on, the male head nod
the women starring at teh moving women, judging, accepting, and or denying.
golden dogs puch on, minis feel inclined to sniff it all.
golfer pants, wait, scratch that, pajama pants ascend from nearby house, as if if he needed a better view.
once again minis choose where to go, this time against a pregnant purple.
water connected in a very spherical manner. coaster runs between 2, straight line.
humans, circle head observers.
its what s us.
when it passes by it brings no ocean smell, just the smell of demise, our own.
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