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The glint of the wanning sun

off the shimmery ocean blinds us.

 

We lean on the splintered bench

engulfed by the sound of waves lapping

 

against the rocky beach. It is not

a comfortable silence; it stretches

 

like the watery blue space before us,

so very vast and deep.

 

Our feeble attempts to bridge it fail,

this friendship a flimsy Galloping Gertie.

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