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Aug 2012
If you see me on a beach anytime soon,
It’s not for retirement.
I’m investigating the shore,
Interrogating all of its misshapen rocks.
Perhaps they can bring me a new ambition
To tell me what life’s all about
For when I’m old and set in my ways,
Far away fades the beauty of doubt.
Bri Neves
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