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Salt air unwinds the weight of rooms and rules.
Barefoot in sand, I find what slipped away—
clarity, quiet, the self I'd shelved.
Salt air unwinds the weight of rooms and rules.
Barefoot in sand, I find what slipped away—
clarity, quiet, the self I'd shelved.
He speaks to her every week.
We miss her.
He speaks to her every week.
We miss her.