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sitting by the waters edge,
the sun has just arrived.
sunlight burns through the haze,
a faint blue sky,
shades of white,
a duck swims on by.
the rocks well weather worn,
Smoothed to the touch.
the waters only sound to hear,
gently lapping on the shores,
ripples passing by.
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by the waters edge
by the waters edge
