Beach Love
Breathing in the salty air I can feel the wind pushing through my hair,
I feel the warmth of the sun pressed against my skin, the crashing of the waves
fill the silence amongst one another. The sun is starting to set, the warm colors
in the sky begin to emerge. Pink, orange, purple, yellow, as it sinks we
begin to settle. Holding on to each other as the night begins and the day ends,
the waves still crashing against the sand, you look into the eyes
of one another and begin to think how much you
truly love each other.
~Deirdre Irminger
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