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Read MoreIn the distance, an echo"Beaufort, Beaufort by the sea..."Keeping cadence gently with the wavesThough I haven't walked this shore in yearsThe ghosts of footsteps linger hereFifteen men, forty-three poundsDancing with the sand fleasTheir ghosts are still runningYounger than the...
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Read MoreI saw in your eyes crying for the shadow on my stone with a candle in the cathedral when the moon has licked the graveyard grass a melody of dying withers fate has made between the pages a forgotten...
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I think this is the lightest piece I’ve read of yours. I’m almost in shock. lol. This carries a quiet, restrained reverence, the kind that honours memory without dramatizing it. The echo of cadence against the waves lingers long after the last line. Loved it.