The Red Sands…

I have walked barefoot in the red sands.

The Red Sands are made from and created by the constant pounding of the blue and white salt waves beating the rocks at shoreline, for forever.

It’s the winters that are long here freezing all in her path and it’s then and there that I long for the city.

I see things differently now than in my youth. Even the struggles here are gifts.

Dennis Mantin

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