Besieging me with her exquisiteness was the sea.
Palm trees rustle, rejoicing in a seamless tune.
Anegada sends echoes from an aging graveyard
of polished conch shells gleaming rosy pink.
Caribbean an indigo blue, crafting elusive ripples
in unison as gliding pink flamingos shriek gently.
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