A man stands at the water's
edge,
Breathing in the scent of salt spray,
Tasting the wind on his tongue,
A boy stands at the water's
edge,
Throwing pebbles into the sea,
never to be seen again,
Each for a different reason,
Splash, Splash, Splash.
A man stands at the water's
edge,
Caressing a smooth eroded surface,
The pebble a lead weight in his hand,
He is unable to let go.
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