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Dec 2013
The sun sets on sand castles
While the waves crash against my feet
Wind whistles past me, catching my hair
Playfully whipping it, tossing it as it does the sea

Last gold rays set the water on fire
Light rippling on every wave crested in white
Life around me quiets as the wind dies down
The only sound in the hush of the waves in the night
Erin Lewis
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