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January 7, 2018
Sand still knitted in my socks,
and a grin still engraved in my face,
remembering invigorating, autumnal ocean waves,
and your footsteps next to mine
as the sun made way to rest for the night,
pulling deep, crimson hues with her, and
the moon just waking,
casting glistening reflections onto
the wind-etched water.
Holy waves chill my toes,
and where my thoughts rest, you may know;
enjoying loving slumber under your gaze.