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Memories

Wild waves wash with wisdom,
Sand swishing swaying in silence,
The tide tumbling to my toes,
Gazing goes,
And Autumn appears,
Searching for summer,
I reappear,

Then I noticed,
In the sand,
My florescent pink board,
Outdoing the silky golden sand,

Clutching my board,
I float in the rushing water,
Thinking of my younger sister,