The sun, sea, and the wild flowers

The sun kisses my face. Freckles sprout on my face and shoulders, much like the wild flowers that emerge from the mountainous grounds with a little sunlight, and morning dew. The sun dances on the waves as they crash down upon the sand. The water foams with angst. The sand melts under my feet. The rocks cut deep, much deeper than the eye can see. Mendocino

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