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Oct 2012
I was left to ponder the sand
Where my feet disappeared one toenail at a time
Will my body someday be the sand for the feet of my great grand descendants?
And am I walking on the shells of my great grand ancestors?
Karissa Chiaris
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Karissa Chiaris  USA
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