listen to how they live to release ourselves to cut the string of endless looking back what we thought we would be what we are instead to love what we have i sit at the beach and i am happy the smell of the salt and the cup of coffee and love inside me that cannot fail a circle of light God with me now i love what i have i love what God gave me to protect, to shelter i love this little temple arms up, flung upwards, listen to the birds cry, listen to how they live without regret.
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