My Morning Walk
The sun punches through in a
white shining ball
To the sound of a single
unseen seagull's call
The sand, sky, and ocean all
lack clear distinction
Reality fades to a blurred case
of fiction...
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Journal Entry: 12/12/18 The Art Of Living How we choose what we do, and how we approach it…will determine whether the sum of our days ...
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As I walked the beach this morning, in the distance I observed a memorial service to a fallen soldier. I have seen weddings, family reunio...
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