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You stand – precariously –

on the peak of a rock,

the blue-black sea

churning

waves that are all froth.

 

Behind us, hidden by a

forest-green fence,

sits a two story structure that

we will call home.

 

I join you on the rock and

wrap my arms around my chest,

guard against the frigid breeze.

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