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Maundy Thursday, 2013
She huddles on the shore,feet buried in moist sand,cold to the bone, but rooted. The waves pull at each other,slide up and over rocks,recoil and echo,slosh and hiss. She feels awash and adrift,tasting a salt seabroader and deeperthan human need. … Continue reading
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Mirror
I stand on the shore,just after the sun–firey orange orb–slips beneath the thin horizon. Water licks my bare feet,gently slaps the sand,pulls away,repeats,unhurried,consistent. My pulse slows,my mind stillsand wonders what might waiton the distant, mirrored shoreline. Perhaps someone just like mestands… Continue reading
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At Night, the Sea
At night, the sea closes in… Continue reading
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It Was So Still Last Night
It was so still last nightthat sitting on the beachI could feel no breezeI could see no wavesI could hear only the slightest touch of wateron sand that lay smooth and clean before me It was so quietI could hear… Continue reading