Beat, beat, beat

breathe in

My heart and lungs

they already know

Waves know just when

to bend

The crest crashes

when it feels high enough 

The seagull glides

by pulling on air

Sand crystals swirl

around half-buried twigs

Sea foam blows

down the body of the beach

Clouds rush

to reveal the warmth of September

Sea...

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