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Sep 2015
The waves swell and with white tops crest,
      then embraces shores upon its breast.

      While high above birds in smooth flight pass,
      In salute they tip their wings and sail away at last.

       The sand it lives moves and breathes,
       Yet is dead to destined passing ships.
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