Wet Footprints [Thank you Carey Rasmus.]
I do not often visit the beach
though I can enjoy it when I go.
I like the sun,
the cool ocean winds
the warm sand and blue sky.
But walking in the sand is like dwelling in the past:
If you linger, you sink
and when you pull away to move forward
those imprints fade
and when you turn to look at where you've been
there's nothing but more sand.
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