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Copywrite 1991 JB Amodeo
Seagull, Robert Moses SP, Fire Island, NY

The steady rhythm of the oceans waves plays the symphony of the
  night as the waves play upon the shore.
The oceans never ending movement, rising and falling, in the light
  of the moon gives the impression that the sea itself is alive, breathing.
The waves softly meeting the shore, rolling steadily, gliding
  silently, smoothes the sand into a gleaming landscape that
  fades slowly as the water sinks beneath the sandy surface.
The light of the moon paints a silvery path across the shimmering
  foam cloaked surface of the sea to an eternity where dreams abound.
While above the dunes moonbeams dance, softening the edges of the
  wind blown sculptures that form their stage.
And the solitude of this wonderland gives birth to the fantasies of
  dreamers that venture into it's realm.



The symphony of the night plays on.
Soon the breath of the wind offers its voice to the music that
  drifts across the shadowed land, adding its haunting song to
  the sound of the instruments that can only be imagined.
Play on, play on beneath a star lit sky that glows with the light of
  countless gems that have been cast across the black velvet curtain
       that rises from the horizon.
Play on, play on until the long night fades into the morning, untilil
  the stars melt into the light of the new born day.
Play on, play on while the far horizon brightens with golden light
  that splashes pastels of pink, yellow and blue across the lightening sky.
Play on, play on until night is gone and the symphony is lost in the light of           day.


Sundown, Robert Moses SP, Fire Island, NY