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"Across the narrow beach we flit,
One little sand-piper and I;
And fast I gather, bit by bit.
The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry,
The wild waves reach their hands for it.
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sand-piper and I."
~~Celia Leighton Thaxter
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