A True Artist

The sun shines on my head; the spray from the surf mists my face; the wind blows through my long hair. I feel his arms slip around my shoulders and I know I am safe. I lean back into his broad chest really truly content for the first time. The colors of the sunset are brilliant and an involuntary deep sigh escapes my lips.

I take a deep satisfying breath and turn the page. I lean back deeper into my pillow and take a moment to appreciate the author and the magic he creates with every word… a true artist.

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