Walking by the seashore I marveled
at the scene before me. the glassy moon slipping sleepily into the arms of Morpheus,
as the sun awakens as a beaten bronze gong, announcing the new day, the new
year, new hope that has nothing to do with the economy, the politicians, the
crisis. The soft breeze of angel´s breath shivers the sea into ripples of glee.
Cormorants & seagulls washed in purifying brine, shining like precious
stones in the necklace of god. How can this not be a good year with these
treasures around us?
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