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In the wild, as the wind lifts her spirits

She walks down to the sea beaches

Wearing a white loose gown to swim

Soak, with her printed flower patterns.

Will the receding waves froth, tempt

Her to follow them into deeper waters?

Without a thought, she enters the deep

And struggles to fall back to free herself;

Preying eyes watch, wetness clings, her

Dripping body carefully picks the return!