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Driftwood

We built a bonfire on the beach,
A fire to keep us warm,
You put your arms around me,
And we watched the setting sun.

My head upon your shoulder,
Your breath upon my skin,
The moment overwhelming,
I couldn’t take it in.

We sat in silence, listening,
Bathed in a golden glow,
The sun high in the sky above,
The bonfire: far below.

And when the sun had left us,
And vanished for the night,
We fed the flames with driftwood,
And watched the birds take flight.

by Linda Harnett

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