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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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