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Feb 2014
I hear the waves
I smell the salt
feel the sand beneath my feet
the cool air and mist on my skin,
blowing through my hair
as I walk further I leave a path
far behind is my sorrows and pain
up ahead an unmarked path
waiting for me to stand,
no longer shall I take small steps,
I shall leap, jump, run and skip
for my happiness is bliss
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   James Jarrett
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