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Apr 2020
Small fingers drawing in the sand
And warm skin under my hand
And time, time to take it in
Light glitters on the peaceful water
Air smells of salt and sleep
Time for this ocean, it’s deep
A body free, and love as far as I can see
I hope my fingers will draw in the sand
And, my soul makes it safely 'til the end
Theresa
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