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May 2016
beach laid flat by hurrying sea
dries to be etched by the wind.

delicate trails. dynamic drawings
of the current that, in passing children,
they chase.

swiftness that makes it own draught.
it does not compete; just adds
footsteps to the sand
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Anna Trowbridge ATLA on Amazon
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