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Oct 2011
The two walked one ahead of the other
on ridges of rippled sand,
hard contours pressing their soles.
Pondering the ebbed tide,
they flipped hollow shells
as the music of trifling waves
eased their folly.




copyright © Caroline Grace 2011
Written by
Caroline Grace
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