30 years ago Boomer and i spent many hours at the beach together. The journaling reads: Boomer and i used to walk the beach every day when he came to visit.I miss those times, i miss the sound and the smell of the sea. I miss how the sand felt beneath my feet. I miss finding treasures as we walked, shells, pretty stones, starfish. I miss the gulls singing and wheeling above me. Sometimes it seems that it was all a dream and i never really did walk in Paradise, and then at other times it seems like just yesterday that i was there. Sometimes i look at pictures of the beach and i cry for longing to be there. 1977
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