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| and somewhere else a beach is waiting softly in the magic for the dolphins to slide close to skin |
| even now you can feel them there when you breathe even if your lungs are aching-raw with this act of being staying so alive when home is but a dream of somewhere minus pain |
| oh yes, my darling, there is always magic even when the same sounds that you make in joy have turned to pain in a moment of surrender to the vastness that you hold inside |
| the sky is singing of your freedom in the lightening over ocean |
| the dolphins have borne witness to your tale and they will take it back to essence when the sea and storm have ground it to perfection |
| and somewhere else a new beach is created from the purest thought/heart/soulgrains it waits for you to come home into the magic |
| *image: daniel b. holeman |
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