The wind choking my voice with my own breath.
The salty air, and the December breeze reminded me of the many reasons why I took the option to feel alive.
The shoreline pines, and the closed books shielded me from the bitter vein.
Whiskey, and cigarette.
The golden sunrise, and the reflected water, and oh there was you.
Chasing sunshine, rushing the wind, splashing sea water, and moulding the sand.
I took my last ivory, and joined you in your forested presence.
We are the children of the universe.
(Photo: sunchild and the sea.)
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