Possibilities

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Gentle waves lapped at my feet as I sat on the white sand

The feathered caress of the wind wiped my tears away

And the rhythm of the sea offered solace in hushed whispers

The moonlight danced across the water and made a glistening path

Which lead to millions of stars that lay scattered in the sky

My heart felt lighter and a small smile graced my lips

There are still millions of possibilities and this is not the end.

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