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Feb 2014
The beach;
its job is to hold the sand
as it waits
the water, softly licks at its
grainy boots.

It wishes not to be
transparent.
Matthew MacDonald
Written by
Matthew MacDonald  Hersey MI
(Hersey MI)   
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