to the ocean water
splashing my ankles
and returning to its home
to soft, dry sand
tickling my toes
and floating along the shore
to broken seashells
biting the soles of my feet
enticing me to keep them
as a souvenir in my pocket
to the footsteps in wet sand
and the water that invades them
erasing any trace of my
existence on this shore.
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