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The night was gray as i followed

streaks of light.



I could see the leaves blow in

the wind clouds would glimmer

in the night.



I dont know where i was going

i was just there but really i didnt

care where i was going or where i had been.



The light would glissen in the water

as the tide rolled in it looked like fire

dancing on the water as it went out again.



I could smell the freshness in the air

i could hear the birds in the distance

after the rain,i could feel the sand as

it washed over my feet.



I can remember how i felt walking on

that beach but years later its just out of reach...