A Sunday Hike Along the Shore

The wind blows from the west.
It brings crisp, spring air.
I walk this day without a care.
Would you like to hike with me?

White caps slap the shore.
Dune grass undulates like wheat.
Sand squeaks beneath my feet.
Would you like to hike with me?

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