I went to the beach yesterday. It
was my birthday. I went with a lady friend. It was a beautiful day. It was
clear and sunny, and there was nobody around.
We stumbled upon a beach that I had
never been to before. I didn’t even know it existed. There was a trail hidden
by bushes that led to a white sand beach. I’m not telling anybody where it is.
I’m keeping this one to myself. I’ve blabbed about a beach before and soon
thereafter there was a mass of people hanging about. I’m not saying I had
anything to do with the influx, but I’m sure it didn’t help.
I
don’t feel older, and I don’t feel younger, but it’s always special to have a
birthday. I had a good day with my lady friend. She walked about and collected
rocks. I sat on a rock and sang songs to myself, songs that were melodic and
pretty, but without meaning or words.
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