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Jan 2016
The waves lapped the shore
of those gently rolling hills
of sand, stretching out to the
far horizon. Gulls circled,
high above me, their plaintive
calls reflective, of the grey of
the morning, and the grey of
my heart.
Sad thoughts....
Christian Bixler
Written by
Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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