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 Drifter, Don't vanish. Your presence is a beach break, Like Shidashita. Rolling up slow and curling off into the lapping tide Like a memory. Formidable mass forming inescapable inertia. Watcher, Find a way, come what may Elemental truth crashing down Met by unrelenting shores. Carving with grit and salt, Might even say softness, A place to place its gifts.