What I came for is here:
Grasses bending to the breeze
Sun blinking when titan clouds pass by
Warm wind pounding on my back
A dear friend who loves it too nearby
Perfect sand dollars at my feet
I'm not hot or cold, no thirst, no hunger
A mind as fine, inert as sand
No woes will find me here
Just those my heart let in.
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