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Dec 2013
thoughts focus... finite and infinite realities
  walking on beach tidal wave sand patterns
cold wind caressing hands full of seashells
stay right here
in this moment
for now.
sometimes a winter walk on the beach can cure the chaos of the mind
raðljóst
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