Wednesday, March 6, 2013

"I sit in wonder and the breezes speak to me in its language of Love, it is Love as I drift to sleep a few times and dream that I am part of this beach and shore. My tent is anchored well with all of my gear stowed under its canopy, as the boat too rests along side the tie straps bracing the entire realm.  I walk along the beach now and skirt the sandy wind stirred sculpted land, looking for evidence of why this place speaks to me. I laugh out loud, and it drifts away in the winds that tell me of an approaching storm from the east. The dark skies offer truth to this, but I will not move until the beauty absorbs me and takes me with it."

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