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Click hereThese sunrise walks at water's edge will end
Much sooner than originally planned.
This vast, flat ocean has become my friend,
My confidant, as footprints in the sand
Trail behind, witness to thoughts that only
The water, the seagulls, and I can share.
That still, small voice that echoes the lonely
Child inside is safe here, while everywhere
Else it hides, obedient to a fear
Of exposure. But in this peaceful place
Where no one can get close enough to hear,
It shouts, and days are easier to face.
The man has found his daily precious walk.
There must be a place where the boy can talk.
It sure sounds like both the boy and the man in you have found their voices (at least poetically), and I hope you-they- will learn to do so in your new residence too.
In anticipation of your move to a much colder clime, this sounds almost like a fond farewell memory already in place.