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tip toeing about and Im sitting in my desk. feet are barely touching the ground and my toes graze the cold linoleum and a shiver shoots along my spine. the #2 pencil rolls aimlessly across my desk untouched by me yet forced into motion by the defects in the desk. it teeters towards the edge and I lean into its trajectory and watch it as it disappears over the edge - and when my eyes peer over the edge of the desk my feet are gone and the pencil falls downwards towards the crashing water and rocks at the shores edge. how long have I been sitting here?
the soles of my shoes are soaking wet and I can feel the sand between my toes and its a relaxing, hypnotizing sort of feeling of wonder. two places at once and even in this directional dance the only thing my brain tells my body to do is smile. a warm warm smile, lit up by the high sun across the water.
the soles of my shoes are soaking wet and I can feel the sand between my toes and its a relaxing, hypnotizing sort of feeling of wonder. two places at once and even in this directional dance the only thing my brain tells my body to do is smile. a warm warm smile, lit up by the high sun across the water.