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“At the ocean’s seaside, so I stand,
near the word-rich waves, upon the the sand.
It was the manor grounds lastly I was seen,
at my island house, before the summer green.
I walk the hills and the beaches I pace…
but over the years, I’ve lost my place.
Secrets are the things that made me moved,
away from all in my heart I had loved.
Time will one day make me found,
and I’ll rest in a spot of some happy ground.”
February 7, 2019
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