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The Beach

No one could prohibit the sunshine.
All the churches were shut.
Families headed to the water.

Little fear, rest, I said to my child,
the waves crash too far out to be interested
in you. Keep on with your story in the sand.

You live with mama in a cave.
Shells are food this holiday.
Bundle feathers to burn so we won’t freeze.

Fire is a resource that can’t be saved.