Swoosh
Sitting at the beach and listening to the waves hit the gulf coast warms my soul your watching and listening to lifes work, its our earth, its the most precious of elements reaching for you like the little engine that could closer and closer louder and louder until coolness saturation of the dry earth beneath your toes, replenishing refreshing sensual power.
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