I Am a Beach
August 17th 2009 I am a beach. The individual grains of sand are not unique and do not have a voice of their own. Do not mistake me, I am happy to have them, as I am happy to have the stones, sea life and trees. They all listen intently to my words, but without a voice, all they offer in return is a living burqua to cover my nakedness.
The wind tonight is acting like an amourous man, desperately trying to bl
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