Bird call
Surf crashing
Sunset on wheat hill
Distant silhouettes
Arbutus shadow
Cat’s meow
Beach cry
I gaze at all the beauty
My mind light
There is less here
Less of everything
When less is more
Crisp, clear calls
The song of birds
Enveloped by silence
A soft breeze
Washing my face
So much silence
Envelops everything
Like a thick blanket
Unlike anything else I’ve known
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