Running along the shore
Side stinging with the reminder
Of too much smoke inhaled
Feels good to move
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
These are my footsteps. I think I have taken on some sort of genetic mutation ;)
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