Category: travel
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the beach
sun and sand go hand in hand sound of constant waves a smell of salt in the air the beach is mine today
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we are
one step must start each journey one word must start each prayer one hope can raise our spirits one touch can show you care
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here is just the place
bluebird, welcome back, your azure coat and ruddy vest are hues that april loveth best
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bracing against the breeze they await orders from their leaders
“of our troubles seagulls shrug just don’t care”
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the trail ended at a clearing where they looked south east to the mussel farm below
in puerto montt chile with the andes mountains in the background and argentina beyond
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she did not know what the day would bring but blue sky and fair sea and she felt good
“sun, split like spun glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness into the crevices — in and out, illuminating”
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crashing waves tumbled him helplessly along the bottom until the churning surf spit him out on shore
“All the gods who play in the mythological dramas In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis”
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