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Aug 2014
I no longer drone about the beach.
Nor about your absence when the sand ran out or the loneliness I experienced when the waves enveloped my toes.
I see the water has evaporated.
I walk a new line with new horizons.
Unaccustomed to this unfamiliarΒ Β scenery I walk with one hand in my pocket and the other reaching for something I have yet to uncover.
Olivia Greene
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Olivia Greene
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