saltwater thoughts

 I like the wind
That crashes against with the taste of waves.
I like the sun
That kisses my Irish skin to dark.
I like the sand
My open soft canvas of the earth.
I like the salt
The taste of summer and freedom in my mouth.
I like the quiet
No cellphones ringing urgently.
No unplanned trips into town.
No waiting for uncertain news.
I like it here.
A lot.


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