The lip of the beach is the edge of a blue satin sheet of ocean that lingers under pregnant clouds. It is home to an afternoon of daily visitors. They relax and play. Just like our minds on low frequency, we need the whispers of nature to heal. I go to Anna Maria Island, Florida, to be soothed and have my senses put in order. Each grain of sand makes an individual impression on my nerves in the soft sounds of the waves. Other titles...
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