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Waves lapping at her ankles Tidal footprints vanishing As a seagull laughs above Down on her sun kissed cheeks That greet the ocean air It cannot be The tide that moves the ocean And yet There she was.

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christopher-lowe

American

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Written by

christopher-lowe

American

Published

Feb 2, 2020

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1m

Tags: #love #nature

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