It had been trying to get home, it had gotten so close, it laid down to rest for a moment, being so close, being very nearly there, it laid down to rest, it was so close so it laid down to rest; while it was asleep the sea retreated and the sand scrubbed it bare and when it woke up the distance was so great, when it woke up the sand had scrubbed it bare and there was still so far to go.
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Christina Collins lived most of her life on the West Coast until the omnipresent terminus of the sea became too demanding. She currently resides in Minneapolis where she writes, paints, and takes pictures of beautiful strangers without their knowledge. She is the founder and poetry editor of Lockjaw Magazine. She tweets at @PoorSelfControl.