Sun, wind,
the hum and sea
moving shoreward,
wild and free
like birds soar
alone, together
we gather and move
in groups of two,
in groups of three,
or four or more
the moment felt
and the point turns
the space refills
—as the hum
and the clock strums
and life blooms
as laughter
and humanity
fill up the room.
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