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At one with the beach The tide does its thing As the mudflats stretch out in the sun She watches Salty run with Nauset She sits and gently pats the sand Into a random shape Then sticks a feather in – somewhere on the side And a few shells placed about – just sticking out Her castle, The Sand She loved the sand, flowing, touching, blending, changing, sweeping, panoramic An artists eye, a potter’s…