Come to my beach...

Come to my beach... Come to my beach and know that whether my God or your God created it, or whether it is simply the result of a happy scientific coincidence, this is a beautiful place, a place that is real, a place without hate, and that we are the same, you and I.

The power here is not laced with bitterness and cynicism, it does not come with kalashnikovs, with rhetoric, with disrespect or death threats. There is no reluctant respect here earned through cross words, secrets or lies, but a power and respect that comes from simply being as it should be. There is no side to the sea, no hidden agenda. It flows to the rhythm of the world.


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