Age: 19
Florida.
Her name is music to my ears...
Whistling winds on the waves,
Shouting seagulls on the shore,
Crashing waves against the rocks,
A moaning foghorn sounding deeply in the grey blankets of dusk.
Reflection.
A time for understanding
my head,
my heart.
Sandcastles emerge from shapeless sand,
as I cleanse my spirit in the ocean mist.
Walking along the beach at night - twilight -
listening to the darkened noises of nature...
Background: Daytona. Spring break.
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