Dusk

The lyrics of the beach are wordless, but they lull me to sleep like the sun dipping into Eastern roofs at dusk in a halo of glory.
I hear you, the so-called beach music. I hear what you are singing to me in the twilight of my mother’s life. I’m tired, I’m gassy, but I love you.

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