it comes in waves goodbye surfers into the swirling ocean tides boards wash ashore in need of cleansing more than the one on top needed a tip or balance bathed in salt peppered waters for the fire burns too bright tonight and what of the sailor's out to sea casting nets and then their shadow onto crystal clear blue a way coast lines in between the Boyes we dove under to swim away from their so called safety into the arms of a loving oceanic .. 
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