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Between each wave, a moment passed of tranquil still, that wouldn't last. Her warm black shores, and her wet blue sky were lacking more, than peace provides.
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
Slack Tide
Between each wave, a moment passed of tranquil still, that wouldn't last. Her warm black shores, and her wet blue sky were lacking more, than peace provides.
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
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