Old Wooden Pier Massive legs dig deep into the sand, Holding the weight of everything. Old wooden beams, echoing days long gone by. Stretching out to touch islands beyond reach. Pummeled by waves and sun, By sadness and dreams, By time. Footsteps walk along it’s planks, Unacquainted and familiar. Surfers and sailors. Fishermen and families. Bridging the distance, Of plans and generations, Of moments in time. So many years, Holding the weight of everything.
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