I can still remember when I had the beach for myself. It was just the sea, the sand, the pines and myself. I would run to the woods and play on the river's edge. I would walk the long beach, leaving the only footprints on the stretch of sand. I would sit on top of the hill and gaze upon the beauty of this place. I would spend hours of doing nothing, thinking of nothing, just watching the waves break and listening to the rubbing of the pines.
Leaving paradise, I told myself... I have to go back. And that's what I've been doing for the last 3 years...
Saturday, June 6, 2009
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