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Post by Loogs on Dec 15, 2010 3:07:43 GMT -5
The August sun embraces my skin as I slip my sandals off my feet and walk towards the shore.
The cerulean waves are playful today, tossing me around, giving chase when I sprint back towards land.
We continue this blithesome game: me and the ocean, the ocean and I, until the golden rays of sun
gradually caramelize the sands and glaze the sparkling waters with its vermilion afterglow.
In the throes of juvenile exuberance I was too immersed in our frolic to notice and catch on to
the antics of wily Poseidon, who, during my blissful enthrallment seized the opportunity
to slowly, furtively reach across the shore and pluck my lone sandal
away from its lifelong mate. Distraught, I scan the lengths of the boundless beach
searching, hopelessly, with the final carmine minutes the sun would spare me,
for my missing sandal. I sigh, and with a placid resignation, I let the sea god win this round;
it could be anywhere by now. Perhaps a lucky little octopus has made it his home,
or maybe Neptune chose to stow away his new plaything in the murky depths
of Davy Jones's locker. As for me, acquiescing to a journey home in bare, weary feet,
I can always buy a new pair on the way or maybe tomorrow; they were getting kind of old anyway.
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