#372-Cocoon
07/08/2018
A twilight zone beach.
Crowded.
Strandkörbe everywhere.
A kite flies.
A man sits.
No one else around.
Still,
Not her kind of beach.
Nice to look at.
From afar.
Safe.
Comfortable.
Known.
Perspectives.
Often mistakenly taken as truths.
There are many,
Fleeting in moments,
And the breeze,
As you and I.
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