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Tybee
In the tranquil ocean mirror,
you see yourself where the ripples clear.
A cool ribbon of wind
slips across the sand,
dancing with your hair
like a bead of flaxen flame.

In your eyes of summer mist,
a field aloft in cloudy bliss.
Rainbow’s end cascades upon
a grove of swaying palms
as the crackle of waves
whirls over the marigold mane.





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