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Do you remember it was 10am?
Downfalls of mid-September rain against my face.
Cold metal railings tipping toward North Atlantic waters;
I watched the waves dance.
Charleston green, deep blue grey, teal and cerulean blue met with bursts of white foam.
Splashes of seawater ran along the side of my face. My lips met the tingle of salt.
To my right I saw you.
You smiled.
I laughed.
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Face full of salt water.
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