The sounds of cargo ships coming in and out of the harbor,
the music of the waves crashing upon the shoreline,
voices of water rescue warning those of the riptides,
the charming rhythm of the cathedral bells at the peak of the hill,
all these sounds plus a little Xavier Rudd.
the sand runs smoothly through my toes while the sun consistently beats on my back..
now this is what I call kickin' back in what in my eyes is considered..
HEAVEN:)
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