winter

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at the top of the hill
it was there
as if the ocean
had climbed the other side
to meet me.
breathing hard
i drank that whispered horizon
with my eyes.
grey smudged amongst
the depths of its blues,
swells tilting into mist,
heart spilling with faraway sounds
of foam crashed shores
and spray breath exhalations
until stiff with cold
and the stillness of standing
i turned back the way i came,
carrying the shifting ocean
in my veins.

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