I can see each individual frame
droplets of water spray off the front of my board
the edge of my rail cuts through the face
down the line I glide
my fingers spread
reaching in
feel the healing power of her beauty
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These frames never leave our minds. So many years later. So many waves. Marriage. Divorce. Children. Births. Deaths. Smiles. tears. And still they remain. They are there when I wish for them. They visit me on their own accorrd. Living. Inside. Yet we feel them. We FEEL them. You can taste it. feel it. Breathe it. these things. These beautiful things. They never leave. Only drive us for more. More. The pain of leaving is slowly replaced by wanting of more. More. We are the blessed. We are the chosen.
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