Sitting, watching the waves crashing against the concrete wall,
Listening to the gentle tang of the halyards, the whistle of the mast heads.
One deep breath.
The smell of the ocean, the salt water, the fresh sea air.
Exhale.
Relaxation, serenity.
Now I am released, free.
The sensation of the cool salt water splashing against your face,
Do you feel the rush?
Watching the sunset over the clear ocean,
The only shadows cast are the art of the sailboats in the distance.
Relaxation, serenity.















Comments
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pirate, skulls and bones - sticks and stones and weed and bombs
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When fear crosses
onto your path, don't
runaway but embrace it.
--
pirate, skulls and bones - sticks and stones and weed and bombs
--
When fear crosses
onto your path, don't
runaway but embrace it.
--
pirate, skulls and bones - sticks and stones and weed and bombs
--
When fear crosses
onto your path, don't
runaway but embrace it.
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