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| As the moon wanes full... |
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| The storm of the century blows forth.. |
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| Steve climbs out of his shell.... |
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| All the stress and tension of the work season release.... |
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| Calm of lapping tides.... |
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| Calm of the softest of blues... |
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| I observe the Atlantic Reflections on an October day.... |
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| Just us and them reflected in the tide... |
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| Turning over shells, basking in the sun and surf... |
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| Stroll back up the shore, singing under our breaths, the movement of the light and water rocking our souls. |
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