Our Calm
Soft puffs and round hills,
White sand welcomed our feet and waves.
Naked, we walked, thought, and talked
As the warm morning sun rubbed every crease of our bodies.
An hour passed.
Rejuvenating our confidence, our imagination, our desire, our calm.
The beach, waves, sun, sand, the continual change and renewal, cleansing and sharing our lives.
Good air.
Good simple.
Good nature.
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