Each drop of water
is connected
to the next.
An ocean murmurs
inside me. Even here,
among prairie grasses
and deer half hidden
within a grove of cedars
and birches, shifting
tides define me.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Magnificent, Amy. This really hits me — the way every life is affected by the life of the ocean, no matter how far removed from the sight of it. Two thirds of our planet is water. Love this!
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