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Early morning i walk onto the glowing sand

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Early morning i walk onto the glowing sand,
with a few seashells whispering a song in my hand.
i take my board and go out farther than the eye can see,
just waiting in the midst of the currents for the perfect wave to roll in.
Paddling fast, beating the wave at it's own game,
or missing the ones that cannont be tamed.
I finally found, the perfect shore in ride,
carving and cutting,
on diamond-strewn ocean tides.





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