I used to feel that way in Port Douglas. The beach stretches forever. You can get very lost in the clouds, the sound of the waves. One can just close their eyes, things passing by, no flies, nothing annoying, just tranquility. The shameful advert here for the Sea Temple. There is a path there that leads to a back beach. The tide goes out and you can walk for miles. It is such a wonderful experience the beach. Your post reminded me of my feelings there looking out to sea and into the clouds.
This area sounds so blissful, Michael. Thank you for sharing your evocative images of your special dress for me. can tell that this would be the type of area where one would leave the current to be cleansed by the here and now there…
I used to feel that way in Port Douglas. The beach stretches forever. You can get very lost in the clouds, the sound of the waves. One can just close their eyes, things passing by, no flies, nothing annoying, just tranquility. The shameful advert here for the Sea Temple. There is a path there that leads to a back beach. The tide goes out and you can walk for miles. It is such a wonderful experience the beach. Your post reminded me of my feelings there looking out to sea and into the clouds.
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This area sounds so blissful, Michael. Thank you for sharing your evocative images of your special dress for me. can tell that this would be the type of area where one would leave the current to be cleansed by the here and now there…
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Great poem Lauren!
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Thank you 🙂
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Your welcome and please enter my fantasy short story and poetry competition before it ends on Tuesday!!!
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