The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells in the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The Music stops, yet echoes on in sweet soulful refrains.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
{ P E A C E O F T H E B E A C H }
Don’t ever underestimate the healing power when the beach turns into golden beauty. It’s the cheapest and most abundant medicine for an aching heart. The solitude that one finds while walking along the shores and listening to the rhythmical sounds of the waves brings healing to the soul. The peace of the beach has no limit. Stay under its spell binding peace. Stay golden.
justbluedutch 
Beautiful image!!
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I love everythhing in this post, from the stunning golden sunset photo to the beautifully written thoughts. 😍😍😍
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Thank you. I’m glad you took time to appreciate this.
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Thank you Frank! i remember your post of the golden leaves that turned out to be a magical image,you’re really good in this, haven’t you realized that? Hope you catch more of your “Golden”moments too.
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You’re very kind! As long as we pay attention to the world around us, we’ll both find lots of golden moments. We’ll have some left in us yet!
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