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Dec 2014
And I still love him.
After all this time.
My heart still longs for him the way the ocean yearns for the shore.

Relentlessly, hopelessly, pitifully.

No matter how many times the ocean draws away,
it always finds itself crashing back into the arms of the cold, unstable shore.
Beth Richter
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Beth Richter
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