Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Wash Over Me
The blue, blue, blue of the ocean, of how I long to see. But most of all, I wish to feel the ocean tide to meet my feet. Lulling me to sleep with the rhythmic motion of the water. Cooling, contrasting between the hot sand and the coolness of the water. Bring dreams of weightlessness and freedom from...
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