Goodbye, Shoalwater

As I step outside I smell the ocean. The air here is crisp and cool as it rolls off the sea. The sun creeps further away beyond the sea. The glowing sky is our gift every evening. I can feel the sand between my toes. The water is cold but I must stand in it. Standing at this edge of my world I can peer into the unknown. My heart can sit on this shore and it won’t float away.

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