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That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams that only leave as the final silhouette vanishes into night's dream
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Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
Summer's drift
That time in summer's red, the hilly sands I climbed willow grass woven white with yarrow, fragrantly entwined my eyes softened in sea drift's tide, of puddled shallows ocean sang in rising waves, wild sea kelp tangled sun slept scarce hours, it's shining seaward beams that only leave as the final silhouette vanishes into night's dream
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Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
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