Bare feet planted firmly
in her imaginary sands
Lost on a far away shore,
dreaming of home
She plowed on through
the work week
Out on his own waters,
perhaps with fishing rod in hand,
dreaming of the waves
He stepped past
A smile,
a nod
maybe a well-rehearsed-
but meaningless- greeting
they never considered
that they may share a beach
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