by Angela Theresa Pitt
The sun beats down, warming the sand oozing between my toes. The ocean advances and retreats in a timeless rhythm, taking as it gives. Gulls cry from on high, their wings spread against the wind, gliding gracefully in an age-old dance. Ocean sprays kiss my face, as gentle as a lover's breath and I close my eyes, giving myself up to it. Soft breezes caress me as I raise my arms as if to take flight. I look to the horizon and dream of possibilities.
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Angela Theresa Pitt, who graduated magna cum laude from culinary school in 2000, has work posted on MyCookingBlog under the name "angelheart."
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