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  • Writer's pictureNemi

The Beach...

I don't know what it is exactly but this year, I've found myself at the beach more than in years past. Early this year, I scratched off a bucket list item by walking hand in hand in the sand with someone I care for; today, I stand here feeling the wind against my face.

Time is strange isn't it, it's much like the waves that I'm standing here looking at before me. Life comes in waves, happiness in waves, sadness in waves, creativity in waves, and more time in waves. The problem is it's all fleeting.

I stood here for some time and the gentleman pictured, never turned around or looked up from his phone. Perhaps he was penning something as well. Oh these phones of ours, they hold so much information which at times makes it hard for us to focus on what's vanishing before our eyes.

Time, sand, and patience...

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