I borrowed the picture from Andrea Dietrich
The horizon split its emotions in ember fire, cobalt skies an opening for the sun to pierce its heaven. To drink its opulence of the cerulean sea ebbing to the shores. Where humans walk the pallid sand, green algae coastal rocks, through fields of flaming wild orange and red poppies. It fills its thoughts to gently thread upon the swells of the shore. To breathe its scents and walk together. The urge to kiss the world morphing into the flourished field with its being, allowing it to yield. 1/4/2019
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