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The world turns, as washed-out light reflects from sparkling seas,
As the winds howl, salt against skin, rocks beneath bare feet tick away infinite time.
The world turns, as sand grains move in sheets, as seaweeds become brittle in the breeze,
The shoreline ebbs and falls in endless breaths, dark slate clouds rip angrily across torn skies.
The world turns, as I stand in this place and feel, as I breathe as one with the waves and spray,
As I root and time stands still, as everything and nothing, as forever and never, as grasping and letting go.

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