Friday, March 11, 2011

Thirty Days ~

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I can close my eyes and smell the ocean; 
I can hear seagulls
and the rustle of palm tree leaves.

I can sense sand between my toes
and water waving up to my ankles.

The sun is on my back and my entire
body relaxes in the warmth.

I am at the beach.

Soon.  Very soon.












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