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A small, cool, lonely stone
washes up
on the sandy beach
at mid-day

The sun warms my skin
and  the smells of
saltwater & sunscreen
invade my senses

bright colors pepper the tawny scene
beckoning smiling children
and calm-seeking adults

Through all of this
my eyes are stuck
on the small, cool, lonely stone
that has washed up at my feet.