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Story time: 582 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Pleasure & Sacrifice
Dilapidated dreams, like sand castles
wash aback, reclaimed by the sea
… remember me in your wildest dreams …
1 month, 3 weeks ago
So its Chrismas. Here is a nice sand castle from Cuba.
It was taken in November a few years back but I figured with winter starting to bight a picture of a nice sand castle is in order.
1 month, 4 weeks ago
We built our castles by the shore
by foamy surf and shell-crushed sand,
our ears resounding with the roar
of water crashing into land.
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2 months ago
We have played together underneath the sky so big, so wide. Underneath sunshine we have played in the surf, foamy delight, white surf. I take their little hands – one, two, and three – and we walk through waves. 483 more words
3 months, 1 week ago
The sand started seeping in between the spaces of my feet and my footwear. It was coarse yet comforting; We had reached the sea.
4 months ago
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Under the sand are palaces. I’ve seen them in my dreams:
vast halls and empty chambers smoothly rounded at their seams.
Every wall is made of sand. 213 more words