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Jun 28
The foreshore
is where
The mudlarks go
To search
For finds of the past.

Back bent, head forward
they stroll along
In quiet meditation
Lost in reflection
Seeking treasures lost, then found.

Bringing 'past' into 'present', and 'future'.
S R Mats
Written by
S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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