“Beatnickim” no more, but the spot was still there; barely visible.

I stood where I, once upon the lived.  That very spot that was mine on a beach practically empty but now filled with restaurants, clubs, myriads of hotels and attraction.  It was emotion filled to just place my feet where I remembered sleeping.   Then I laughed and moved on as I did long before

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