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Apr 2018
It is nighttime
The sky is a black purple with edges of black
You are standing beside a beach
Stars scatter the sky
The sky is clear except for a few wisps of clouds
which streak the sky and can be seen by the moonlight
The moon is bright casting a light on the water
The waves move in and out to a slow pulse
As you stand by the water, your heart slows
to the pulse of the water, in and out
Your lungs fill with the smell of salt in the air
Your feet are bare
You put your feet in the water, but it is not cold
The foam covers your feet as your toes bury into the sand
As you look to the sky, the moon takes on a purplish haze through the sparse clouds
Beams of light shine down on the water making it sparkle like diamonds
As the moon brightens, the waves slow down
While it is dark, you can see every detail, you can see the white caps of the waves
There is no noise, only the sound of stillness, and your heart beating
As you listen to the quiet, you realize that you are at peace
You are where you are supposed to be
Barbara R Maxwell
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Barbara R Maxwell  F
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