Gulf Shores
Somewhere between the tall grasses and the shoreline of Alabama...right near that spot in the sand where the hermit crabs gather to breathe.
I let him go.
With the wind in my hair and the air so heavy I could still taste the salt of us...he slipped right thru me and tip-toed to the crest of a wave.
Somewhere near the shoreline of Alabama where the mighty Mississippi dances with the warm gulf waters...we became entwined with specks of seashells and the tiny grains of sand and simply washed away.
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