#Words and #PictureOfTheDay: 13/Apr/22
I stand a lonely sentinel of ages pastmy purpose lost in all those passing yearsand now my aged flesh is worn and batteredtwice a day as tides bring waves to wash mesometimes with a gentle rinse of brinebut often now with violent breakersas the level of once constant seasrises and the atmosphere growsever more disturbed …
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