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while the waves sang softly

cape cod. on the beach. there is a bonfire but if you turn away - the stars, oh God the stars. Like the heavens were there for the fire too.

and there, on that sand i felt a ghost's hand take mine, and then, for that moment, i was where i was supposed to be.

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