I spread my toes wide in the sand,
tanned feet in stark contrast,
the white sand squeeked like cornstarch,
saw the shadows that we cast.
She sat forward, hunched, hands clasped,
her shoulders round and frail,
her clear blue eyes were milky now,
her face seemed pinched and pale.
Just last month she was terrified
of the seagulls by the shore,
but now her world...
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