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It calls to you some August nights.

The seaway pummels shorelines relentlessly.

The glowing rock intensifies the sky’s beauty.

It stands there, silent, simple like

A marker: lonely but proud. Strong.

The black abysses combine beautifully,

Leaving no seam between two worlds.

The heavens overhead and ocean below

Are black as twilight, and call me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
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