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We follow the moonlight to shore,soon to surface from a foamy break, ears plugged with brine,seaweed stuck to our limbs,we return to the beach,our souls reborn.
Mark Tulin
Mario López-Goicoechea
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That was gorgeous. Thanks.
London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership
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