the sand sinks as my feet make the rhythmic daily cycle that is my run.
my lungs breathe the cool air and exhale yesterdays sorrows.
the sun slowly rises and warms my crown.
hypnotic waves are the only sounds that fill my antenna.
wind and spray awakens the senses from yesterdays toil.
a new day begins, and I arise like the sun with every cresting wave....
-Gorio Testa
-Gorio Testa
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