As I get older, I find my thoughts drifting to the desert more often.
I am wandering over the frozen waves , undulating swells of clean sand that move unhurried, uninterested in mine, or anyone elses concerns, fears, loves and actions.
I can feel the sun on me, the wind whispering across the expanse.
I want to be naked there, I want to rub the...
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Now that I know how things went, I won't haunt your journal anymore. Have a grand life!