Wednesday, February 15, 2006
"Come dance this silence down through the morning"
The sun splashes down, you retreat, pulling a t-shirt over your eyes, beads of sweat forming on your naked ribs and stomache. You bury your feet a little more in the sand. As you drift to sleep you hear the screams of children in the distance, muffled by the wind moving like the waves, slowly...gently. Your mind teeters between conscious thought and dreaming. It wanders. For one last brief second before plunging over the edge of sleep you realize where you are in life and you are thankful. A smile plays at the edges of your mouth.
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Naked, eh? Wow that's pretty racy, Berg. Hang in there buddy...
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