TIME...PRECIOUS...TIME
It was just a matter of time. I mean the kind of time you never have enough of--the kind of time that slips away...like a... long... fading shadow--from a slowly... dying summer's day. Yet still...
Amagine... the day... long sinking over the strand...the gulls floating upon listless wings...in sync with time. Amagine the sqeeks of dolphins no far distance upon the blue...and the tide lapping at your feet. With sandles in hand you peer out over the horizon....the cresting waves trailing a lace of gold--the sun nearly disolved a far off.
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