Dark, still moon lit
fully clothed except bare feet,
standing, otherwise too wet to sit,
moisture in between damp beneath.
Again washing over cooling shocking the exposed
retracting whirling feeling rushing retreat,
fresh salty air fills the nose
where physical confinement and free spirit meet.
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