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lifting random hushes of grey green, gentle pushes and unknown time of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary mist, rising; lifted; speckled sand; flecked dunes clumps grass blades, their yellow curled tips watching; a small girl; single tiny impressions on level reaches home. and the waves watching, urchins but children of the sea, learn their moods and reasons searching in her eyes.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Little Eyes
lifting random hushes of grey green, gentle pushes and unknown time of salt sprinkled quiet and solitary mist, rising; lifted; speckled sand; flecked dunes clumps grass blades, their yellow curled tips watching; a small girl; single tiny impressions on level reaches home. and the waves watching, urchins but children of the sea, learn their moods and reasons searching in her eyes.
dave-martsolf
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Windham, NH
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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