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Morning Dreaming

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Though I woke up in the mountains, i am morning dreaming of the early morning beach. Ahhhh the slight breeze that kicks the sand up. Small whirl winds of sand danced down the beach like a ballerina on one toe. Small fishes come as close to shore as they can then gets swept away by the small waved breaking onto the sand. I stepped into the water and for a second the cold rush felt like a cold crisp fall day in New York City, well that is what it feels like to a tropical boi. A stingray glided by, its body contorted by the rippled from a fishing boat puttering by. Ahhhhhh yes its one of them tropical mornings in my head.

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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