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The Picture:
The Poems:
Tide unfolding
Image molding
Eyes all knowing
Smile unshowing
- Windseeker
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A face in the sand on the shore
A knock by a hand at my door
It beckons me come to the tide
Where my love did run to hide
She tripped on her lace and drowned
And the sea carved her face in the ground
- G. Scott
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