like the rolling tide
my hands reach for the shoreline
scarred by stones and shells
How does it work?
Such a lovely piece! You paint a vivid picture so well in so few words! MORE PLEASE!!!
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Such a lovely piece! You paint a vivid picture so well in so few words! MORE PLEASE!!!