Just Visiting
I missed the river
The way the full moon hangs low over the horizon
The streams of its light bouncing off the ripples in the dark water
The scent of sand and shell
Driftwood
The feel of perfectly polished stones in my hands
The wind that gently tugs at my soul drawing me closer
Pulling me in
While I sit on the banks with your ghost
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