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heading north

I miss the way the clouds call to the sea through the horizon, and the depths of the ocean send secrets to the shore, waves whispering to the sand, foam telling tide-pools, “Don’t worry. I’ll be back. Just wait here.”

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Published: Nov 19, 2012
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