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Jun 2017
A paint brushed sunset.

A sandcastle by the sea.

Sitting on the beach I feel liberated and curious.  

Free from the restrictions of my anxious mind I start to wander.

Unsure of which direction to travel I pick a path and hope for the best.

The fiery sky distracts me as a stumble through the sandcastle -

it crumbles beneath my feet.

oops.
leolewin
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leolewin  28/M/Toronto
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