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Driving down to a shore town

With a pile of books still unread.

Into the sand my feet drown.

I take a walk to clear my head.

All of the evils – oh so many –

Have been calling out to me.

It’s my job not to heed them any,

Not to wade in their dead sea.

It’s only in these waters that I’m renewed,

In this location of joy.

I drink a new perspective and attitude

And am no one’s to destroy.

I breathe in the air and it feels serene.

The medicinal waters wash me clean.