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Lifted further toward shore. Each wave bigger than the last. Grains of sand awash our feet. The pebbles dance and our heels throb in the evening sun.

Night peeks around the dunes nearbye. The warmth of earlier kisses touch a breeze. Under whisps of beachfire smoke we sing. No plans for the morn as we stumble to bed.

Days spent in amongst our friends of youth. Cherished moments lost on shallow minds. Unrequited yearning and loss, feelings we haven’t learned. Those that move from this place too quickly are destined for something else.

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