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Oct 2014
In the conclave
Of night and day
Gloaming tides
Pull and push
Over the sands
We all walk

With blistered feet
Soles worn down
Yet still we walk
And still it flows
Hot or cool
Over the sands

And the tides
Ebb or flow
Over the sands
We still walk
In the conclave
Of night and day
Arborvitae
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Arborvitae  Maine
(Maine)   
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