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by Charlotte Parent

Cotton-soft clouds lull through the sky,

Poking and prodding each other in a

rushing symphony as they grow near– a

A balmy breeze ruffles dog-eared pages

Laid prone across a sun-bleached towel.

Waves stretch while

a seagull mourns above.

Rivulets of sand stream around me

as the shore sings in discordant harmony,

water blooming in open invitation for

a respite.