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#combed
_Each day is broken At the zero hour, Splintering like a derelict, On the craggy shoreline of the morn; Flotsam abandoned, To the oceans of yesterday, The beach combed for treasure, To keep for tomorrow._
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
Beachcomber