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Liquid Mistress

A thousand white lilies adorn the edge of the craggy cliffs,
Below, the sound of the ocean smashing,
waves breaking on the golden sand of the endless shoreline,
The spray and mist thick in the air with its briny smell,
wind howling while gulls squawk in the near distance,
Ten generations of seawater for blood call my name...

9 Sep 17

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