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Yesterday the sunset was orange.
Today it was purple.
Tomorrow it will be whatever tomorrow will be.
The tide changes.
Next week,
It pulls back the foamy climb.
A moon jelly rolled ashore,
beached itself,
at this very moment your eyes passed by,
to see it;
you cast it back to sea.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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