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at dawn, the shoreline: waxed and waned and always there, crawling towards the moon light on the breakers. a dull roar and sand grains spin weary, angry foam until it is gone and the sun comes out and the fishers' lines are full.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Maritime mornings
at dawn, the shoreline: waxed and waned and always there, crawling towards the moon light on the breakers. a dull roar and sand grains spin weary, angry foam until it is gone and the sun comes out and the fishers' lines are full.
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abigail-ella
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
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