the surf

With a vengeance it crashes upon itself and races to the sand and to
the toes of children. It washes away the past silently, leaving a smell of moist salt.
Even the most significant of sand castles doesn’t stand a chance.
At first it appears to be intimidating and threatening
but this doesn’t last. Soon
enough
it is
like an old friend coming
for a short visit, caressing the sand and only
frightening to naïve children and birds that wait unassumingly.

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