Perched up where the sun hits first and the wind can get violent, my eyes watch and analyze your every move, near and far. You often find your way across the blue, whether it’s rowing the edges, circling your jet-ski, bouncing over the water as your inner child yells, “Faster!”, or letting the wind take your sail for a ride.
High above, l am lost amongst others who look over you, while leisure beckons you to play.
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