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blue-macaw
host-32-96-49-8.mia.bellsouth.net
Thurs, July 3, 1997 at 9:5PM

The ocean spray remains 

    on my lips

Sandy beaches, leaveless trees

    hangingover the deserted place

running back and fourth

    to the land and beyond

Like an undecided figure

    fierce and wild white waves

Reaching desperately towards me

    Sweeping motions

      Capturing attention

Listening to the water

    hit the sand

      Capturing attention