Bouncing to rhythms my feet are tapping out, swinging
interiorly across floors of sand, building momentum
in rectangular fields of motion.
Lungs filling with rapturous breath and an ease of
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Lasting impressions, frozen in time, like clay are
molded and defined in rhythms of life's pastimes.
Waiting no more on horizons of lost endurance,
instead following continual lanes of inner beauty
and remembrance.
enviable imagination!
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Lasting impressions, frozen in time, like clay are molded and defined in rhythms of life's pastimes. Waiting no more on horizons of lost endurance, instead following continual lanes of inner beauty and remembrance. enviable imagination!