He sat on a bench,
Starring at the sea,
A ritual practiced regularly,
Gathering his thoughts and finding peace,
Listening to the waves crashing at his feet,
The sea wind blowing,
Gulls soaring high,
Counting the clouds that float in the sky,
Thoughts drifting between day dreams,
As time disappears with the movement of hands,
Years pass by,
Yet the memories last.......
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