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growing into one

Levering the trepidations,
washed upon the shore as litter
from a bygone era; those horizons
smile fortunes, gold glitters from
the wreckage, a mouse chews foil,
eyes as round as a bug, hair
like whispered waves, shoreline lice,
waking to dreams; the trees by
the rocks are tall and twisted,
wrapped around each other by wind.

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