Moist sand.

Moist sand.

Just close your eyes darling.
Think happy thoughts and then it will be over soon.
Hold on to your memories and listen to your inner voice.
Even if the world is on fire, be the water that grows the oak.
Breath in the oxygen and take that step.
Listen to the birds singing, enjoy the sunshine on your face.
Remember the way it smelt when it rains.
There you are sitting on your knees waiting for the sword to hit.
A smile on your face.
You remember the way it felt to walk bare foot over moist sand.
The sword cuts.
Bright light.

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