The beach all but vanished, she dreams of sleepThat could become a problem.
amid some breach in the dunes (despite awareness
that a storm is streaming from the west
venting extremes of weather towards this coast).
But then she chances on a stranger reflecting
on driftwood, leaping at suggestions from
the sea. She pauses, then grows motionless;
he pushes her with animated speech.
She stares intently at him yet doesn’t speak;
he’s bewildered by water at her feet.
Her face is weathered from something more than wind;
he wonders why she’s calling on the wild?
GLAD YULE!
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That's pretty impressive for having nothing to say.
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