First Glance At The Atlantic

A father & son vacation.

By Jason Ray Morton Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

Image by PrivateHarbor from Pixabay

Past sand, our first glance

we saw together my son

I'll never forget

nature poetry

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Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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Babs Iverson3 years ago
Touching!!!💕😊💖
Dana Stewart3 years ago
Heartwarming!
Gina C.3 years ago
All the feels! Great iob
C. H. Richard3 years ago
Beautiful memory💙
Cathy holmes3 years ago
Very nice.

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