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Did the sea recognize the cloud

As its own face, but without the scorn

Without the salt, freshened,

Sweetened, bolstered, heightened,

Its shape altered simply

By dwelling nearer to the sun?

And did the sea say,

Bring me there

Take more of me

And did the cloud answer in good faith,

A bientot

As his friend’s face evaporated into a shadow

Of its former glory?

Did they cry together?

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