the quietude of the night
held my being still for many moments…
i could hear myself inhale and exhale
and feel the grass under my feet harshly whisper…
get on woman …you are crushing us…
the breeze was a gust of air
laden with the saline sour taste of the sea water
there were thoughts though that lay heavy on my mind
weary and worn i took my steps back home….
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