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Following the Tide
by Sydney Wightman
She sat, facing the shore searching searching, not sure what for but knowing it had a purpose. It’s purpose was with the deep blue tide as the tide seemed to whisper her name in the breeze.
The breeze whisked, moving the dark smog past the lighthouse. The lighthouse was withered and sorrowful while sorrowful, it slowed the deep blue tide from crashing on the sand
The sand was cool as her feet sank in, watching the tide.
The tide had a deep hidden meaning that rolled past her eyes her eyes watching and concluding this deep dark meaning the meaning seeming to be on the tip of her sand buried toes as her toes touched the rolling in tide
The tides secret meaning lay deep within its blue waves
The waves presented not an object, but a meaning
The meaning connecting her to safety and comfort
This comfort became known to her as the tide crept along past the shore
On the shore she settled, knowing she was home.
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