A beach to take your breath away. Feet sinking into the plush sand. I was alone in the early morning and I ran to the ocean that seemed to follow me in sweeping fans of water. Transparent, spreading in a a glow over the sand that must have contained some kind of fool's gold whose wet particles glinted. A trail of cupped footprints washing away, poured with light, into the wind tossed laughter, my little girls running behind me. Hanalei. Random poets, wanderers, surfers, natives are beloved by Nature in the form of an all permeating and penetrating Beauty. A seduction. An opening. A flight into the pure air, or a luscious ripening sweetness impossible to describe.
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