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Soft winds of time blow within my mind --and I return once more to worlds I once knew... Surf crashes upon a distant shore, casting shells, empty and broken, upon the sands --a stark reminder of the pulsing sea of time... Hungry waves snap at my heels and consume my wandering imprints --the sands lie glistening and smooth, my footprints swallowed as if they'd never been... Lying in shifting dunes winds of ocean and salt-tang spit sand, piece by grainy piece... --The winds are patient; once I am gone, they will fill the tiny valley my body made... as if I'd never been... January 12, 1975

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