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Sep 2023
Last ofΒ Β daylight crisping across the sound;
Cooling of the powder sand;
Gentle little breeze across sunburnt cheeks;
The birds making one last dive;
White cotton shirts and flip-flops;
Closing of the pool and packing of the chairs;
Vacation gone as full moon rises.
Churning thoughts of things undone
Hit the mind with tomorrow's plan.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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