Saturday, January 23, 2010
Beach
I must have stood facing the beach for well over an hour. I could feel the sun beating against my back, and a bead of sweat had run down to my chin. But the waves moved gently before me. They swayed towards me before they retreated once more, and this they would do forever. As long as there is a beach, there will be waves running through it.
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