With reluctance I wash the sea air
From my face, wipe the salt
Away, scrape the sand from my shoes
And turn my back to the coast
And the wind whipping through my hair.
I look at pictures of another place,
Shake clothes out that smell of sea
And tame my hair back to normal.
I step off the train, bedraggled
Wondering if I was ever really there.
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