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Gathering shells

Brittle the dust flew winding it’s way through the hollows

seagulls winging songs for love

Fog horns deep the darkening storm rolls on

splattering waves of day begin

Pebbles running down hill

gathering shells, my cup to fill

hurry home my frozen toes

thawing by the fire

counting shells

and embers

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