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the tranquility of runnin on the beach...

Foot falls in a rhythmic pattern,

Even with the heart

Which jumps rope in my head.

Inaudible are the waves as they pound to the shore.

Whispering Winds speaking secrets

Only angels can hear.

My head… an empty auditorium.

Each thought an echoing melody.

No Socks, no Shoes, no Fears.

Just me and my thoughts,

Running away in the sand.
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