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Mar 2016
I pull my hand out;

I can feel the air;

I come on my spare time;

Because this land is breathtaking ;

I stand tall and stress free;

My hair is blown by the wind;

I swear this feels great;

The sun tanned me, but boy the sand felt great.

I sit in silence, with the waves;

My feet can feel the water;

While I lay and enjoy;

The sunset has hit;

It's time to head home and sleep;

I smile, there is no need to be sad, because life is not a trial.
Jennifer Flores
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Jennifer Flores  Gardena
(Gardena)   
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