Morning sun rises in the east pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea leaves fall drops of dew glistening with song sea grass bend with ease.
I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway.
Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation touching gingerly treasured within a sequence of knowledge revealed.
I breathe deeply salty air cleanse. Safely I ex-hale.
The voice of an ocean breeze whispers secrets told when the heart opens to the truths of the soul perception is as personal as faith as personal as a heartbeat as personal as cherished memories.
I skip sea-stones bounce counting; 1, 2, 3. Safely I smile.
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