The Open Window

What if this was your window, I mean think about it. Your wake up call is the spray from the cool ocean, and the rolling waves gentle crashed in under the rocks. That sky, well that  sky looks like someone had clapped their hands filled with powder. And the sun reflects off the water droplets in the frame, as the wind rushes in from the ocean, you close your eyes as it tickles your skin. The good thing about it is, this window never closes.

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