The waves crash upon
The shore, rolling in from the
Blue sea--forever.
The sand beneath my
Feet, sharing warmth and comfort--
Sand between my toes.
The wind blows salty
Mist against my face--touching
Me with it's vastness.
The sun shines upon
My face, stirring my thoughts--the
Fire lit in my mind.
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Kerry Duncan
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