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Oct 2014
The slow slide of the sea
laps the sand
pauses, then slips back again.

Waves grow with the wind
changed by the currents
and tides that ebb and flow.

The future flees
fretful and forgetful
into the whimsy of the night.
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     Rupal and Ocean Blue
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