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Oct 2013
I'll lie here a little longer
let the waves lap my legs
the water run over my hips and hug my shoulders.

In a while I'll lift my head and look around.
I'll see where I am
get my bearings.
In a while.

I'm beached
I'm resting
I'm tired
I'm sore
I'm shaky from a rough storm

Now I'm anchored on the wet sand.
In a moment I'll push myself up with my hands.
When I'm ready.
Written by
Caroline Spooner  Dunedin
(Dunedin)   
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