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stones have aged these hands.
these ears remember, Ana
each of your footsteps,
each cry from the coast.
standing here and waiting for the tide to come in, Ana,
you hold out your hands,
reaching for water.
Welcome it all back, raise up the sun,
I will stand here with you.
its all been written down, each map remembered differently,
each war shifting borders.
these stones have moved and returned, Ana,
I've been watching carefully.
I recognize you now,
waist-deep in water, unaged.
do you remember me, Ana,
our hands share lines.


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