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*On powd'ry grains of sand at genial island's narrow end,         morning gently breaks: casting stones at crested waves; cheeks still moist, in briny breeze.* ●○ °
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
tanka | at break of day
*On powd'ry grains of sand at genial island's narrow end,         morning gently breaks: casting stones at crested waves; cheeks still moist, in briny breeze.* ●○ °
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
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