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Jan 2017
You stood below the canopy
of bleached driftwood
and steep rocks.
The sun warming
you numb , pale skin
and
sparkling in the streams
of whirling sand
beside your feet.
The air was crisp
and as sharp as your
memory....
*There's just something about
loss and love that stings...
in the salty ocean
Written by
Ishani Behera
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