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ON A TERRACE OVERLOOKING THE SEA The couple dining at the beach resort are silent. Their eyes do not communicate. He reads the paper. She watches gulls cavort. He sips his tea. She stirs her Coffee-Mate. In unison they contemplate the tab. It's sad that they don't talk, the waitress thinks, the art student who clears the plates and tip. She's looking for a guy who likes to listen, for surely everybody wants to tell their story, to laugh, to weep, to share their feelings, and none takes solace in the ebb an swell of breakers, not shadows of blue lichen stealing among the crossed, initialed hearts on stone: one tableture of summer romance gone.
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