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Mar 2016
water laps
at my feet,
gentle tides
ever rolling.
this place is my solace, my lullaby.
i come here by day
or even night.
when i am away
my mind is a jumble.
when i am here
things awry, become right.
i love it here
for a million reasons.
the water laps
at my feet.
gentle tides
rolling in,
and i am at peace
once again.
Written by
Sarah Marshall
387
   --- and Eternal Threshold
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