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Between wave and return   the salt grew heavier in my hands. Foam thinned to threads,   knots glinting in the shallows. Still wet with the reading,   I leaned toward the loom.
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
the turning tide
Between wave and return   the salt grew heavier in my hands. Foam thinned to threads,   knots glinting in the shallows. Still wet with the reading,   I leaned toward the loom.
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Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
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