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the waterline [poem]

the ocean smelled of freedom
salt and rotten seaweed
tickling my nostrils as I walked the waterline
it wasn’t my first moonlit beach
but it was new
the way living by the ocean had become new again
when I returned home
after too many years spent inland
waiting for life to start
as if the end result meant more than the journey
the waves rushed over my feet
wet sand between my toes with each step
a reminder
to just go with the flow this time
and enjoy the water


bookdragon, poet, witch

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