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It’s Coming

The wave is coming.

She can see it.

She is braced for it.

She takes a breath.

Clenches her fingers…

One.

By.

One.

She looks up to the sky for a moment, the clouds dampened and smudged,

The air wets the insides of her lungs,

The chill leaves dew on her skin

She takes another breath, the water stripping from her legs as the tide comes,

As the wave gathers,

Building,

The moment is dawning,

The waters are warming,

Her breath is holding

And it’s coming,

It’s coming…

And she knows.

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