when the sky grows dark,
stars blink to life,
the roaring tide comes in,
gulls cry out, buoyed by evening winds,
shell-hunters scour the sands for fresh wares,
letting the hungry waves lick at their toes,
the light on the ocean,
a fallen fragment of moonshine,
reminds us that we are, like hope
unsinkable
Frostwritten 
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