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We gather at the failing tide
singing our harbinger songs
while dawn casts its amber net of morning.

Then moonlight turns to a doubtable haze
that sharpens to reveal the edge of a confident horizon.

Unyielding, unstoppable,
it forces us to bury our petty woes under sand.

Enough, it says
Begin the day, it says
Create the day, it says.

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