Chilly Chile
The day was gray, the sand was mush.
The wind, the spray, all cheeks aflush.
Inside our flat, was dry, but cold.
And there we sat, above the fold.
On a blanket, wrapped around us.
On the duvet, we start to cuss.
It is supposed to be springtime!
With sun to toast! Not some sublime
flashback to the Oregon Coast.
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Due to technical difficulties, there was no sunset this evening, 😝. Notice the completely empty beach.
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