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In the warm embrace of a vagrant airy night,
I dreamt a temple for the sea’s mystique,
It’s echoes of Deco, where ocean whispers speak,
Of Seascape Inn, an elegant weary delight.
 
Crafted to withstand the salty kiss of air,
Each beam a story, the carpenters’ rare care,
Afloat it seems, in coastal winds that dare,
Of Seascape Inn, its haughty pillars, firm and fair.
 
Above, the inn—a refuge for the gloried soul,
Below, the boathouse where seafarers confide,
This edge of the world, where dreams collide,
Of Seascape Inn, within its multi-storied role.
 
On daunting canvas, man’s proud plea,
In storms it dances, with sun it stands,
A testament to the craft of human hands,
Of Seascape Inn, a-dance with the loud sea.