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atlantic

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i was sitting on a bed of sand wrapped in
a blanket of fog as the atlantic stretched its arms
into the misty distance
and i felt the air brush my skin with wet fingers
as the bank rolled in imposing on my dreams.
so i listened to the morse code of rainy drops
on the roof of my beachside mobile home
trying to relay messages from across the foreign
sea.  
i was going to say, "i am a long way from home," but i am not.
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