alone. the harsh beauty. salt waves strike the sandward grain. the palm-leaf totters at the edge, sings on a blade of vision what green grasps of light are falling against the water.
alone. the harsh beauty. salt waves strike the sandward grain. the palm-leaf totters at the edge, sings on a blade of vision what green grasps of light are falling against the water.
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