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Apr 2021
The water grips the shoreline Holding on to the beach Before it slips back out to sea. Every cloud running from the other. The ocean smell slowly fills my nose Capturing the memory up close. As I   Watched the wind blow Out to sea and the water Keeps reaching For the beach,That's where I found  reality Dreaming For me.
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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