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From the shore, a few dark boats.

The ocean with its shushshushshush to all that’s past.

Tonight I dreamed of your return.

Nothing new in this but the lessened pain.

Sometimes I ask what more can I give

You’ve been gone so long now.

And still the time of salt retreats and in its place

I wait within the long life line of mountains.