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Sep 2018
There are days
when the waves
are too big for swimming.

And days when
you just know they are,
though you haven't
walked down to the beach,
or even peeked out the window.

There's a storm brewing,
you're sure of it.

So you wait in the house
with the shades drawn,
listen for thunderclaps,
and envision the swells growing
under darkening skies.
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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