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Jul 2014
Tan chapped bodies littered out across the beach
Sprawled across the sand, hot on their backs, the sun warm on their face
Soaking up the radiation to warm their water chilled bones
Crippled, painful walks, they hobble back to the chariots that bore them here
Careful padded movements to soothe their aching skin
Raw and sensitively hurt, they bear the rocky path home
And finally I am alone
Kimberly Weber
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Kimberly Weber  F/Nevada
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