Walking on the beach feels so good, so therapeutic to me. A long stretch of beach with no end in sight. It doesn’t matter whether the waves pound the beach with a roar or gently lap lap at the shore. It’s the rhythmic sound of the water and the land connecting, the wind in my ears, and my relaxed stride in the water or on the sand. This is a good time to think. This is a good time to not think.
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