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7d
Upon these stones we are met
Before the void of inky wet
Gather our joy from these rocks
For we make delight as the dancing fox
Stand you creature of fae
Where in the **** was the right way
Tried finding a path to a beach to meet a friend and could not find the right way. Ended up driving to another beach and walked a mile along the sand
Written by
Jacob
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