the beachcombing ritual

Lying in the sand

she glows in the last light of

the sinking sun.

She; amongst the movement of water;

reruns shared intimacies

then combs the beach for unremembered memories.

Tasting her soul,

for anger, bitterness and then loss.

She submerges deeper into the salt of the sea;

Letting it draw out the pain of another broken heart;

until clean, fresh, and ready for a new beginning.

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