I love beaches. All of them. Even the modest, little ones. The air, the wide open space, the skies that roll on and on and all that quiet. Beaches in winter are great because the people who are there are there for the same things. No big radios, no loud conversations, no cigarettes stinking up the air, no greasy smells from the hot dog stand. Just pure light, air, earth, and wonder.
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And all that life moving on and leaving behind beauty you can touch and hold and leave behind for the next guy.
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And life moving on.

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