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there are few of us at the beach some look at the sky and seem happy others keep evanescent things under their arm such as the turtle they caught at dawn but as it gets dark we become so sad not even light can get to us not even the photographer who keeps ciphering out in a notebook and moving us around to make room for Death in the picture
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
At The Beach
there are few of us at the beach some look at the sky and seem happy others keep evanescent things under their arm such as the turtle they caught at dawn but as it gets dark we become so sad not even light can get to us not even the photographer who keeps ciphering out in a notebook and moving us around to make room for Death in the picture
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
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