Sandcastle Scars

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By bedazzled

Pine tree halo, needle glare. Concrete skies and concrete paths led you back again. A wave percussion breaks on every beat, the rhythm unrefined. These sand bricks will wall you in with just your thoughts; seagulls cry questions, the wind interrogates. You are here, you are nowhere as lost as a strewn shell. There is only nature. So heal, weathered heart, let the storm errode away the banks you build. These are sandcastle scars.

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