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I am in love
with the shores of Sandy Hook
and the hills of Highlands.
Where the full moon is slung so low
it casts a shimmering glow
upon the silent dark waters below.
Like a giant ball of silver
waiting to be kicked up high
into the purple starry sky.
Where each night, the New York City skyline
and the Verrazano Bridge, a string of pearls
bedecked in jewels, they dazzle my eye.
Where each dawn, a thick white fog
rolls into the green hills
revealing only the squawking of the seagulls,
amusing, loud and shrill.
Joined by the horn of the Seastreak ferry
as she heads out to sea
with commuters and day-trippers
on her endless journey.
Where bright white sailboats
glide across the deep blue sea
and windsurfers gather like butterflies
flitting on waves with boundless energy.
Where the moody sky is sometimes blue
then a gay pink, or even a fiery red
an ever-changing palette of endless hues.
Where eagles fly up above
They lift me on their wings
rising on thermals
we soar into the expanse
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