There is a special place they all said I had to see. They were all right. It was the
             most amazing thing I had ever experienced. Puerto Rico was beautiful, exotic and filled
             with love. I found it difficult to leave.
             Very early in the morning on that final day of my vacation to Puerto Rico, I had
             awaken to the sweet sea breeze welcoming me to another relaxing day. I made the
             decision to collect velvet like sand and smooth shells to bring home with me. I took the
             two-minute walk from the hotel to the beach to collect vivid memories of that vacation. I
             have always found early morning to be free from the busy noises of life. There is
             something about the silent echo in the morning silver sky that charms me. The melody of
             early rising birds chirping familiar tunes combined with the rustling whispers of the sea
             grass that grace the lawn, become my mantra as I walk down the street. My bare feet step
             silently, in tune like a pendulum that strikes each second.
             The pace I used for the pavement changes when I enter the sandy trail that leads
             over the dunes to the flat surface of the beach. Entering into a fragrant habitation of
             green, I was immediately struck by the echoing silence of nature. I followed the soft
             sandy path, moving at a snail's pace, turning slowly. I touched, felt, even smelled the
             vegetation that surrounded me, captivated me with such intensity that I quickly became
             My legs worked harder as I dug deeper as the swing of my free arm propelled me
             forward. I breathed harder and, harder, panting as I worked rigorously down the rocky
             rough sandy trail. The meditative speed that accompanied me on the street has vanished
             like birds disappear into the empty sky. It is now replaced with a willing determination,
             and the breathlessness of anticipation like one awaiting a lover's first kiss.
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