The view from the sliding glass door,

with its frozen, unforgiving glare,

illuminating lonely little novelty shops.

The world under a glimmering sheen.

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No longer tangible,

wood, brick, or animal.

The sand fused with the waters edge

where no one dares to walk across.

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No bare feet now, sneaking under plank and nail,

shaky, almost hovering,

with the reckless, dirty pigeons,

feathers littering the dampness.