My Peaceful Place

Ann Litts
Ann Litts
Sep 7, 2018 · 2 min read
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Except for the sound of the ocean — there is no noise. There are people around, but their voices are lost in wind. Only the sound of the surf remains, a rhythm to soothe.

The sky is a perfect shade of blue. There is a slight breeze. Not even enough to break out the kite that sits waiting on the coffee table. Just a gentle kiss to cool the skin and keep any bugs at bay.

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