DPF / Akhmatova

For Day 28, my birthday day ten months away, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova.

from At the Edge of the Sea / by Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966)
Bays cut into the low-lying shore,
all the sails were fleeing out to sea,
And I was drying my salty braid
On a flat rock a mile from land.

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