Hanging in there
Added 2023-07-25 20:19:20 +0000 UTCSounds of the seas grow fainter,
Sounds of the sands have sped;
The sweep of gales,
The far white sails,
Are silent, spent and dead.
Sounds of the days of summer
Murmur and die away,
And distance hides
The long, low tides,
As night shuts out the day.
– a poem by Emily Pauline Johnson (1861–1913)
PHOTO: Blair is a skilled trapeze artist. I met her at the Santa Monica beach where she was teaching at a trapeze school.
