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Mar 2020
That familiar foam
Spits
Tumbles
Bubbling up
Whooshes
When we were young
When I am old
Gritty feet
Salty nose
Bluest blue
But that’s not all
Some murky green too
Gulls overhead
Weeds down below
Watch for the flash
As the sun dips low
Heather
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