Like a speck of sand, we live in motion and time. The requiems of youth follow us out to the estuarial lands, - and the beach path to endlessness. I am walking in a great mystery, a mystery that levels the distance between right and wrong, good and bad, haves and have nots. A man of the sand, Just another man walking ……..
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