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Scent of the sea upon the air
Cry of the gull fills my ears Walking through the sands Sun beating down on my skin Changing it from pale milky white Into a golden bronze shimmer Flowing tresses stirred by the gentle breeze Softly singing as I walk on No set destination Just wandering , where ever my walk takes me Picking up a small rock Slipping it into my pocket Caressing it as I go Touching time and history Feeling at home in Mystic |
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Scent of the sea upon the air Cry of the gull fills my ears Walking through the sands Sun beating down on my skin Changing it from pale milky white Into a golden bronze shimmer Flowing tresses stirred by the gentle breeze Softly singing as I walk on No set destination Just wandering , where ever my walk takes me Picking up a small rock Slipping it into my pocket Caressing it as I go Touching time and history Feeling at home in Mystic |
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nice again.
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I felt like I was on the beach myself...very nicely done.
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Nice walk!
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As always
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