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familiar crunch of rocks under feet
squishing salty, popping seaweed
spotting good rocks to plop, crabs to follow
a softly rippling blanket allows her now to sleep
moon pulling gently to rest in the deep
a chill in the breeze, feeling alive
soft sounds of returning geese in the sky
when the tide comes again, what will the shore keep
