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surf splashed
cold
upon my naked feet.
gulls circled and dove
squawking
music of morning.

ahead,
I saw her running.
clouds of sand
rising at her feet.
an impression,
insouciant,
carefree.

remembrance
of our lovemaking
overwhelmed
my euphoric mind.
was I dreaming?
or could this
be real.

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