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You can find me

in that line

that separates the ocean from the sky.

You can find me

in those leaves

that fell from their branches too soon

but never questioned

why.

 

You can find me in the wind or a devastating blow.

 

You can find me

in a small brown cardboard box

filled with the same ocean and sky that were

divided many years ago.

 
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