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Beach Flights
©2012 Paul E. Daniels
The pitter patter of your graceful footsteps in the sand.
The calming of the wind as she runs her cool fingertips through your hair.
The bold wind chill as she runs into your smile.
The gentle flicker as the nylon swims through the sky behind you.
The beauty of intangible essence.
It is simple to say my dear, you are free.
az