Running along the shore
Side stinging with the reminder Of too much smoke inhaled Feels good to move Sitting down Soft sand molds under my pull towards gravity Feel the spray of the sea The moisture of the mist Cooling, while my face feels hot I sit with what is And allow myself to sit with the ocean too
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