Under a full moon she walked the beach
Toes in cool sand, sandals in her hands
whispering to no one,
but the waves.
Safe in the knowledge her words would be
washed out to sea.
Only the moon, the ocean and a thousand starfish,
all pledged to secrecy.
hope was bleeding until it became code.
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