The music of the waves was enchanting. The gray clouds were darkening her skies over the Caribbean sea. Warm, bubbly waves were touching her feet. It was an invitation. Her thoughts followed her feet to the sea. She was at last free.
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
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