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Beach combing beckons—
each cracked shell,
smoothed glass fragment,
tangle of driftwood and seaweed,
a whispered story of tides.
Footprints scatter,
sandpiper’s quick steps,
human’s wandering pause,
both etching journeys into shifting sands.
She basks,
sunlit and still,
in the weight of her own path—
its curves and crossings
bringing her to this shore.