The Dunes

I didn’t have to walk too far in the sand to get away from people, but I kept walking anyway just to make sure. When I stopped, I noticed that I was in a sea of sand. A living, moving, body of sand. The wind was still blowing gale force, but I wasn’t getting pelted today. Yet millions of grains of sand were flowing over the dunes by hugging their contours. If I had been barefoot, maybe I would have felt them against my ankles… but the sand only flowed around my boots and ventured off across the dunes.

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Just a basic, down to Earth, laid back type of guy here, who loves the outdoors, the indoors, jazz on the turntable, a fire in the woodstove, the northern lights blazing across the sky, and the company of good friends. View all posts by icefogger

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