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Maritime mornings

at dawn, the shoreline: waxed and waned and always there, crawling towards the moon light on the breakers. a dull roar and sand grains spin weary, angry foam until it is gone and the sun comes out and the fishers' lines are full.

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abigail-ella

Published: Feb 5, 2014
LinesWords: 1143

Notes: hai-cool

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