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May 2020
What will the tide bring in?
What will it later reveal?
Like time,
        it won't keep waiting.
Like love,
        it can't help but heal.
My boss uses a vivid phrase: it's only when the tide goes out, you see who's not wearing trunks.
Makes you think.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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