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Sea Dreams
Barefoot she walks along the beach
Retracing lost memories in ripples of sand
The murmur of the surf plays in her ears like muffled
notes bowed on a cello
the sun drips down behind
the cobalt waves casting shadows to equal those of
her longest night
Hushed colours paint her skin in hues of poignancy,
her heart beats in rhythm with the tide as she glides
through the surf
Footprints ...
Tuesday 3rd May 2016 10:10 am

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