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There's silver and air beneath my feet
Seagulls cry out as sailfish swim
Coarse white hair covers the man’s jaw
He pulls bait from his hat’s rim
The small girl holds a smaller pole
Her voice as happy as a bird
Her fiery-orange hat
Shades her rainbow tie-dye shirt
Shells spread on white sand and twigs
Hungover from the night before
The ug...
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