№ 100


when i’m out there,
feeling so utterly small
and humbled,

nothing matters
beyond the wind in my face
and in my sails…
the waves rising and falling
relentlessly, rhythmically…
the sun overhead — warm,
soothing…

she is, for a time,
my everything

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