I could listen to your gilded voice forever. The beach offers such solace to my soul. The sounds of the waves crashing upon the sand, the smell of the salted sea air, the feeling of the sand between my toes, a wayward seagull hovering overhead - watch out for the mid air bird poop bombs.
I am a retired college professor in the Southwestern United States, communication studies my field.
I've ALWAYS been interested in language and have done several light-hearted but serious page-a-day calendars on the theme for family and friends, the younger contingent of whom has encouraged me to do a blog. This is it!
I could listen to your gilded voice forever. The beach offers such solace to my soul. The sounds of the waves crashing upon the sand, the smell of the salted sea air, the feeling of the sand between my toes, a wayward seagull hovering overhead - watch out for the mid air bird poop bombs.
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