Ocean & apricots

My bag is packed with dates, compeeds and apricots
Heading to the Ocean tomorrow
To trails, blues and beaches
Salty skin and hair in the wind

Hoping for sunsets
And a Miracle

That I come home unpacked
With more space to run to
Than feelings I want to shelter from

The only occasional fear to act as a protector
Open to the next of the journey

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