The Turning

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Salt permeates the air as waves crash against the shore
Laughter floats from castles made by the hands of smiling children

Red skin weathered by years of sun
The swaying of so many palm trees

A sailboat glides smoothly over waves in the distance
There is no darkness to be found up above

Only clouds of white,
even as the tides are turning

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