Seventh Wave
When my sand dollar is only fifty cents
and my shore is broken shells
I stand knee-deep,
close my eyes,
and wait for you to come.
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When my sand dollar is only fifty cents
and my shore is broken shells
I stand knee-deep,
close my eyes,
and wait for you to come.
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Love this.
Ode to wave
lucky seven