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Barnacles are my welcome mat

The beach still smells like salt,
mud and stones and sea stars.
When I was little the corner of the bulkhead
had more limpets.
But it smells the same,
and a sand dollar still pays my way
from woods to sea
and home again.

Barnacles are my welcome mat

The beach still smells like salt,
mud and stones and sea stars.
When I was little the corner of the bulkhead
had more limpets.
But it smells the same,
and a sand dollar still pays my way
from woods to sea
and home again.

Devin Miller, 23

Seattle

 
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