Sitting on my favorite beach, in the comfort of the soft sand,
allowing myself the feeling of a Pacific Ocean breeze to blow my hair,
I'm listening to the crashes of the waves as they break against the shore.
I give the crashes the cries of the pain in my heart, and right there, in
the solitude of the little bits of grief being let go, I find the beauty
of the peace brought to my soul.
allowing myself the feeling of a Pacific Ocean breeze to blow my hair,
I'm listening to the crashes of the waves as they break against the shore.
I give the crashes the cries of the pain in my heart, and right there, in
the solitude of the little bits of grief being let go, I find the beauty
of the peace brought to my soul.
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