Sandur

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Burnt grains of sand weave between the crevices of my fingers.

Falling on my skin.

The way in which it moves is so enthralling.

The purest embodiment of God.

Exquisite antiquity.

Affecting my psyche.

A relic of Earth’s grandiose design.

When I stare unto it’s simple gleams.

I feel love.

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