first light coming into sky above
still black ridge
whiteness of moon by rose branch
in left foreground
beginning without what is to be,
connection between
light behind hill, always there,
being what happens
woman in brown shawl asks man how
do you find words
paddling back across the motion of
light on channel
blinding white circle of sun coming
up beside ridge
line of 5 pelicans flapping across
mouth of channel
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