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Where the green grass ends
And the ocean grows
Is where she lies
And listens
To the crabs
As they crawl
And the fish
As they flutter
And the wind
As it lifts the
Wings of
Sandpipers
And spins
Seashells
On the sand.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
As a coastal-dweller, this to me is very evocative
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I’m so glad! It is one of my favorite places, the beach … and it was for a friend who is no longer with us, and today is the 8th anniversary of her passing to where she can listen to all those (and more) in peace and light … xoxo
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I understand
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I am not a beach lover either, but this poem is wonderful. I do like to go, spend some time with the sand, the sky, and the water and surf. It is nice. calming. I may take some pics, but then I ready to move back a ways.
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I’m totally a beach lover … and I’m glad the poem made you want to reconsider and spend time with the sand and sky and water and surf … And, if you take photos, do share! 🙂
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This was so very evocative, Na’ama. I wanted to find myself lying right there, listening, feeling, being.
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Thank you, Dale! I guess it comes through that I love the beach .. and that you do, too! 🙂
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Absolutely!! 🏖️
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One day I’ll lie down on the beach in beautiful Ireland and Scotland and so on … 🙂 Ya know, when Americans won’t be banned no more from almost all of the world … (ahem)
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Yeah… Me too…
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xoxo
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