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The sea is swept in mystery
She confides in me no more.
No whispers in the shells
Or echoes from the shore.
You do not argue with the wind,
You can not bargain with the sky.
Standing back to back with mountains
We watch and weep as angels die.
The face of life is fleeting,
Tweeting, tapping at your door,
Ravens that won't repent,
Yet ones you can't ignore. 

- Rob Rutledge (Echoes from the Shore) 

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