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Every day she’d come, with a book, in her hand

Set a blanket down, on the soft, and warm sand

Open to yesterday’s page, aloud, she would read

Seems this was the only thing, she’d ever need

Softly at first, against the crashing of the waves

Then a little bit louder, her voice, she’d engrave

Into the rush of surf, as it teased, near her feet

The sound of the water, her words, so sweet

And continue, she did, until light became dark

Then flag the page, with his faded bookmark

Promising to return to him, the very next day

Same place in the sand, for he liked it that way


January Writing Prompt – She read aloud to the sound of crashing waves – Day 7/31

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