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That Other Summer
The other summer long ago
The dancing waves filling the bay with music
The clouds sailing through the sky, white and clear, pushed along by a soft wind.
She’d stood in front of him on the shore, her face close to his, almost touching his, her wild raven hair smelling of the sea.
Now, the shore is deserted and seagulls circle the tops of cliffs, bleating, like they’d done that other summer.
The dancing waves filling the bay with music
The clouds sailing through the sky, white and clear, pushed along by a soft wind.
She’d stood in front of him on the shore, her face close to his, almost touching his, her wild raven hair smelling of the sea.
Now, the shore is deserted and seagulls circle the tops of cliffs, bleating, like they’d done that other summer.
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