Standing on shores of tomorrow's horizons, looking across
jetty's at the ocean rising and swelling with it's foamy
waves of temporary beauty.
A placid feeling, filling fully, settling peace in fibers
of being, taking particles, resurrecting them in many
reflections of the sky, giving earth an aura of translucent
beauty.
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