August 5
We rushed to escape the stiflingly hot land.
As hoped a cooling breeze wafted over us and we rowed past the granary.
The bay a buzz of activity -
tugs hauling ships in and out,
sailboats dancing to and fro,
and motor boats rushing all around.
We rocked and rolled, and sipped and bit
into tasty morsels.
Push away, push away... was the command
where bay and river meet.
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