I have been in the desert for so many years now, that the ocean seems like a foreign land. Perhaps it is, in a way.
If I concentrate, I can almost hear the waves and smell the salt of the water. What a beautiful place.
And the fauna of oceanside -- so different from desert creatures.
I am reminded of an old poem, attributed to Dixon Lanier Merritt, that I learned in my childhood:
A wonderful bird is the Pelican.His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I'll be darned if I know how the hellican?
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