"The string slipped through my fingers like her hair, as the wind picked-up. It took the fragile kite high into the deep blue sky."

Throughout the afternoon the ocean receded into the distance, where it could no longer be reached. Back in the city the phone was ringing in the apartment, as the music over the small radio on the beach blanket faded in and out.

The strongest hands could not hold the day as it flowed away into the tidelands.

The sun warmed the coast for as long as it could stay. Sitting with my back against the log. It must have traveled far to rest here on the beach. We all came together to share the day, where she carefully covered her feet in the hot sand..

If the car outside could take me back, I'd drive a thousand sleepless miles.

The sun sank below the water with one last flashing smile. The grasses in the dunes offered friendly waves on the path back to our room. The old fire, crackled and calmed, when the rain came, and the night went by so many years ago.
 

"Sometime familiar waves will sway,
and land upon the shore.
They'll bring with them that ocean day,
and one whom I adore."
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