Earliest Hour

It is the earliest hour.  The beach is empty, resting,  I believe,  from the crush of this holiday week.  Soon, the table will be swallowed by the swarm of pilgrims reveling in the joy of summer season.  But for now, it is the triumvirate of stillness, calm and me quietly carousing drunk in the beauty of this morning seaside.

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