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Jul 2020
The shanties of the shore are the tide’s wives in clay,  
The uxorious sea fawns at the blushed lips of the beach,
A serenade from the sung-exhalations of all living things,
Though eternity is the stillness of silence repeating.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  54/M/Virginia
(54/M/Virginia)   
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