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Aug 2019
The early morning dew touches the tips of the grass as it brushes through the sand amongst the rolling dunes ,
The coolness of the breeze has an edge to it as we wait for the darkness to turn to light
And then, with the rising of the sun, the warmth returns, as the light ripples across the gentle sea
Birds singing, the cry of the seagull, the solitary runner leaving her footprints in the sand
We smile at each other as she returns my gaze
She stops and we talk and then we touch
Squeezing my hand we walk side by side
Yes, things are much brighter now
This is the beginning
Written by
Rup  M/Cambs
(M/Cambs)   
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