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Jul 23
When there is time, I walk the beach,
seeking quiet and occasional seashell.

Looking to the sky, I wonder if I will
ever reach the place of freedom, and
complete peace.

I wonder if there’s anymore and yet
with ease, you comfort me.

Washing my feet with each wave of
the tide, it calms me and heals me up
inside.
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Joanna
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Joanna  Washington
(Washington)   
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