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I stand on the warm Florida sands,
and look westward
across the Gulf of Mexico.
The setting sun
sends a trail of light across the waves.
This trail of light,
stretching across miles of salty water
into the sun,
is a holy pathway to a distant past.
If I could dive
into the light trail, and follow it
across the waves,
I would find the towns of the Aztecs
and the Mayans,
still filled with gardens, beautiful homes,
golden temples,
and libraries with thousands of books.
