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Original Poetry from O, The Oprah Magazine Readers
Breakable
You, the sand dollar I have found, are marked with little holes in your nature, powdered and breakable. I feel your beauty as I trace the patterns of your face, and hold you from the salty grip of beachcombers. You have been picked up many times but never kept. There is a void in your center, where you carry the memory of your source, where you vaguely remember the water running through your body. You wait for me to drop you where I found you I smooth away the gritty sediment and see the strength in you who have emerged from the ocean and carry the journey on your face. —Annabelle Moseley, Lloyd Harbor, NY
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