the journey is made
being drawn nearer
choices are clearer
feet sinking in the white sands
moon and the stars
shining down
volumes speak in the quietness of thy heart
the roar of the sea
opens up my mind
what stylist? what genius?
painted a land
such as this
alone in the land of thy maker
humbled
feeling small
in awe
of this gift HE has given
most of all
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