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Winter beach fire

Dirty chai to set the mood

slow tunes follow

the rising sun

you rest your head

on the dragonfly pillow

your hand shades your eyes

I jump around spilling

cold coffee on the ground

twirling the wine glass in the air

fancy morning coffees

we drink and stare

out through the valley

where the trees hit the mountains

the snow touches the sky

the waves take the fire

barefoot on the rocks

memories of shooting starts

keeping me up all night

listening to the song of the ocean

thinking everything will be alright

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