At Peace

Peak rock is looming,
As seagulls beg to be heard over the whispers of the sea,
Salty air and cutting winds,
The chill that seeks you shelter,
In dark rooms with low beams,
Damp and rich, inviting,
Heady brews and idle chatter,
Calm, sleepy, at peace


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