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'Take me by the hand,' he said.
And He did.
Miles and miles of sand with shells strewn, the beach glowed in the sun and the moon at different hours. They left their footprints as they walked and never stopped.
'Take me wherever You please' he insisted. 'Ouch '! The edge of a rock it was, his toe bled leaving him writhing in pain.
He did not leave his hand.
The waves heard his call and clashed on his feet. The sand wet and soft teased his balance. Many a times he felt that he was moving and yet not.
His eyes were soft and smiling as he looked up with that inquisitive look characteristic to him. He had a look of assurance. Soothing. Presently He pointed at the sky and then the shore. Even as he wondered what He meant he could not help looking at the horizon blurry at the distance. The spray chill and sweet kissed his cheeks.
In the canvas of the sky, in the bosom of the waves, in the touch of the spray, the kiss of the air, in the pain of the rock and gravel he found his freedom.
Time had tuned its own melody breathing love.
Man composed his first song.
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