Monday’s tideline was littered with flowers.
They had been washed and tossed in the sea.
Left on the sand, they were foreign and captivating.
What silent stories rode ashore with them?
Monday’s tideline was littered with flowers.
They had been washed and tossed in the sea.
Left on the sand, they were foreign and captivating.
What silent stories rode ashore with them?
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