vulture
as i lay upon the beach, watching the skies change; the waves crash down across my flesh. leaving a cool, fresh feeling as the sun dries it from my skin. leaving a tingle of salt, a shimmer of its presence. the ocean leaves it's taste on my body.
the tides they change, sweeping across sands. across the lands, capturing out momentary lapses in sight. crashing down. crashing. divulging upon who we are. opening us up to the ocean, a new sense of freedom.
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