December 11, 2011 07:48:07 PM
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Mark (Hartman)
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I slipped under the crystal curtain; the outside world vanished. All that mattered was the amber glow of the setting sun. I willed myself towards the light. Long forgotten were tomorrow’s deadlines. Then, suddenly as if by a kiss of liquid sunshine, I was free of the ocean’s saline embrace; free to face tomorrow’s deadlines, or not. I paddled back out for 1 more, or maybe 2 or 3. Tomorrow can wait. A Surfer’s Dream.
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