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Puget Sound

She who surrounds me,
Her breath the tide,
A steady pattern of,
In out,
In out,
Waves recede and with them,
Aged sea glass tumbles backwards,
The tiny, sparkling jewels of the Sound,
I am only at peace,
When she is near,
Her breath the tide,
My home.

Puget Sound

She who surrounds me,
Her breath the tide,
A steady pattern of,
In out,
In out,
Waves recede and with them,
Aged sea glass tumbles backwards,
The tiny, sparkling jewels of the Sound,
I am only at peace,
When she is near,
Her breath the tide,
My home.

Natalie Fleming  15, Seattle

 
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