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Apr 2017
Out of everything
Arises this life or
A single smile. And
The wind over the sound
At low tide, mud flats drawn
Slack. So I met you. Like the clouds
Far off the coast,Β Β beautiful and dangerous, leaving as quick as you came. The sand
Leveled again.
Andrew
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