The earth in its glory speaks to me -surrounding, following. Stepping only forward, my body brings with it the back and sides – morning sun, dirt, sky.
“Brisk“, I state out loud.
Working on that deep breath, I smile and look up. Cold wind and my eyes soak. Filled- they let go. My taut skin redirects the wet, pushing a downward path … and the ocean touches my tongue.
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