Collecting freckles
at the shore,
wind and spray
play wild in my hair.
I mark miles of sand
with a barefoot rule
to the cooling caress
of ocean foam
and reflect
in the light
of a blazing sun.
I search the horizon...
the sky...
the sea...
until a fresh perspective
finds me.
Unburdened
by this quiet gift,
I am content
to turn toward home.
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