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TKO Sep 2016
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Unblemished sand of a far away land

Unearthing bubbles of weary clams

Sky grows tired as Flame burns low

The simple serenity of the afterglow

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I wrote this in the sand of Cape Breton at Sunset. I imagine it's gone, taking Summer with it.

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