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the tide was low and the salt air brushed my soul with each wave.
I started combing the beach — finding sand dollars and shells.
(It was a good day for a walk and a talk.)
Halfway down the beach, I removed my nose
to get fully invigorated by the salt air.
My fellow beachcombers? — They didn’t care.
We talked about the weather — They didn’t stare,
for we were free to breath the clean fresh air.
I liked being so carefree — while being there.
(I don’t always have that freedom.)
If only the beach were everywhere!