I was in my heart on a dry day, and the ocean wind would not satisfy, no matter how much I believed.
So I went through the dunes hunting. Hunting for a reason some people are healed…..
and why some only have the faith of a little bird, with small wings.
Still others are a tortoise shell, hiding their heart, protecting themselves at all costs.
I breathed, and I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t keep holding it all, so I let it all go……every heartache.
And finally I allowed myself……to embrace the wind……from the ocean.
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