Byron Bay, Australia
The Australian wind whips my hair around my face and the white caps in the sea were
charging like stampedes of a thousand white horses. The coastal clouds turned to divine sorrow,
surrounding the kite surfers that soared the air in their wake.
That feeling washed over me again. Dense and thick as smog, consuming me with clarity and
gratitude. Who was I to be blessed to walk across this beautiful earth barefoot and unbound?
Smiling, I knew ... I was just a girl who had refused to stand still. A small pair of footprints
desperate not to be washed away.
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