Pitch black
and quarter to twelve,
we walked on the beach
barefoot on shells.

Stars guided
our path to low tide,
the oncoming waves
slowing our strides.

My blonde hair had
been tangled in the breeze…

But we still stood to take in
all we couldn’t see.

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