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Tamaira Johnson Aug 2014
my feet shift the darkened sand
leaving footprints in their place
the water brushes against my legs
and wind blows in my face
as the seagulls cry aloud
i continue my steady pace
then sand blows in my eyes suddenly
and I run as if in a race
the ocean has chased me away today
but tomorrow i will be back to this place.

— The End —