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Friday, October 20, 2023

Poem: "I go down to the shore," by Mary Oliver

I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall —
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:

Excuse me, I have work to do. 

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