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Oct 2020
The sun set over the Hamptons that night,
A golden egg cracked into the ocean,
We napped on the beach. Goose bumps. Wrapped tight,
Warm blanket. Waves. Shared ear buds. She sang
solely for us sitting so comfortably
on the precipice of forty. If only
we had known this would be the best day,
we could have begged the dripping sun to stay
afloat but then we would have always known
the sun will never rise as high or shine
as brightly as it did. Each day a slow
erosion of the New York coastline,
degradation of the mind. Please rememberβ€”
even when I don'tβ€”our summer in September.
Norman Crane
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Norman Crane  Canada
(Canada)   
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         ---, Imran Islam, Walter W Hoelbling, Eleni, vb and 8 others
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