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I walk down a rocky path
to the shore
stones crunching
stand where
waves
cover my feet
gaze out
into swirling grey sea
where the Hebrides
and Atlantic meet
wind blows wild
tide roams free
my spirits like shooting stars
flames of joyful emotion
home again
the house on the edge of the ocean
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