Stepping in, the hot sand sculpting around and the miniscule particles moving to your impressions going into and between every crack and crevice as you step forth . Walking along the shoreline you sink further in and the waves rolling on the sand, glide forward eagerly reaching for you until your feet to meet the cool sensation of the frothy waters.With every breath, air is clean yet salty and the rays of sun beat down, embracing you gently. The wind caresses your exposed skin and and you unconsciously tune out the howling sound with every wave breaking in the shoreline. You move forward engrossed by the pleasant view; the golden rich sand complimenting the turquoise waters,the coconut trees, the beautiful shining rocks with the sun smiling on everything. Your loosely curled fingers tighten around your slippers as you close your eyes because you have never felt this much at ease. Your mind is clear and you open up your eyes again looking at the reality hoping and wishing you could live in this moment forever.
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Historia CortaSpontaneous emotional vomit of feelings in to words during some hard times. Maybe or maybe not u can relate
