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on a warm beach winds blow from the East
in a new direction inspired by expectations unmet
touching my other side unfamiliar with its force
combing through my hair
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the tides that lap have traveled
a thousand miles across the Atlantic
unceremoniously
washing my feet from the residue of experience
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and sand free from gravity
meets me in salt air
as if to exfoliate sun-aged skin
and reduce me to simplicity again
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