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Oct 2023
She saw him standing there,
looking at her, austere as a
cliff upon a shoreline,
unmoved by the sea.

Yet she knew that every cliff
eventually crumbles
against the unrelenting waves.

And she was unrelenting.
Ander Stone
Written by
Ander Stone  33/M/Romania
(33/M/Romania)   
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   Rob Rutledge
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