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the waves below cry their greeting
arms of the Atlantic
dance, beckoning
to this wild and watery eyed girl
like a story told long ago
of the cliffs and where children should not stand
lest they be taken by the wind
and the tempestuous water
yet, here i wait
aware of my deep weakness
for the call of an empty clifftop
green as painted by god
where the little soft flowers grow in pairs
to keep each other safe
and the water crashes below with anticipation
daring a thing, anything, to fall
and I know today, it cannot be me
for I have come for adventure
of a quiet kind,
seeking familiar solitude in each new sky
being unlike these waters
too Pacific
"peaceful in intent", I am
and will always remain
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photo: teetering on the edge of the Cliffs of Moher, may 2018