Newport Rhode Island is one of the most magical places I've ever been and one of the oldest. Founded in 1639 and known for pirates and rum runners, they say that at one point the law dictated that every citizen was entitled to casks of rum regularly. Ah, the good ole days and a perfect place for a rapscallion like me.
But I'm coming to know it for something much greater still. There's a confluence of wind and seas here that captured me. It's neither the beginning of my journey nor the end but I'm caught here by Newport's inescapable beauty where the sunrise and sunset both break your breath and they trace the arcs of tears.
But I'm coming to know it for something much greater still. There's a confluence of wind and seas here that captured me. It's neither the beginning of my journey nor the end but I'm caught here by Newport's inescapable beauty where the sunrise and sunset both break your breath and they trace the arcs of tears.
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I wish you had written more. It was at the end that I felt a poem.
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