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Of course...it nears night.
Heworries allfornothing. \
A fogbow
A roaming sound struggles.
His worries
aren'tfornothing. Theatmospherewarns:
the sea is parting.
Let's walk home.
I tell him.
until no sound comes.
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A roaring cloud
We wait.
He seeks to calm me:
stretches the orizon.
comes for the beach. A catch—her scent in the air.
I tell him
