for Heeding Haiku December Haibun in 75 words.

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Early morning  I walk barefoot down the still dark beach, the ocean lapping at my feet.  I head toward the peer, stopping occasionally to pick up a shell or two. The sun begins rise and I hurry along. I walk under the piling,  wading deeper in the water.  As I come out from under the peer the dawn greets me.


fiery sunrise
amber light stretching
over the ocean


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