She brings her chair to the beach.
A flask of hot chai - her friend.
As the morning sun glows peach,
the moon fades - its vigil ends.
The sea takes back little sand.
Her chair slides one inch deeper.
Today, she has time on hand.
Nature is the time keeper.
Walkers pass by, wave from miles.
She squints her eyes with a smile.
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