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Apr 2019
When the tides were soft and calm,
the island was strikingly abundant
When the tides were harsh and strong,
the island disappeared in a blink
past fighting for its place in the ocean.
Written by
brightside  17/F/Ph
(17/F/Ph)   
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   RJP
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