The breeze was as a feather rubbing against my skin
a strong sent of salt filled the air as i grew near the beach.Birds flew over head making fluttering noises as moving
fast, i then became calm. The warm sand under my feet and cool night air began coming
off the sparkling breaking waves with no moon in sight only
diamonds that appeared to have been thrown up toward the
glazed black sky they became bright to east to west. Then their became movement on the warm sand, small critters
coming in and out of warmths in the sand, you could hear as their
claws brushed against the grain of sand to hurry out of your
way such a peace of thought.
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