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Mark Sanders

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Low Tide–State Beach
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That was our last summer together.

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Tide comes in.

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Tide goes out.

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Tide comes in.

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Tide goes out.

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Until it didn’t.

 

 

We didn’t think we were a group until you were missing.

There were no beams of light. No fast moving vans. No crime scenes.

Gone.

You were just gone.

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I suppose that ring burned in the grass could have been more significant than I thought at the time. I probably should have made a bigger deal as the water turned brown.

Although we’ve gradually gotten used to what isn’t, I miss what was.

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