Her very often, “where I wish I was right now,” how it’s been a while, way too long since she walked on a stretch of sandy beach, endless almost infinite shifting soothing, beneath her feet.
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A handful of sand, magnified 300 times, individual grains highlighted, diverse and beautiful. Bits of pink coral and black polished rock and iridescent shell.
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That picture of herself, there on the beach. Lemon cotton and lopsided smile and long long salt tangled hair. After that day she’d gone on to live her life, one step away at a time, away from that picture of herself. Until the grains all but disappeared.
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Still, lemon cotton and lopsided smile and long long salt tangled hair, and so so so much more.
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A handful of sand.
The Word Pirate 
More of your writing, please :))
Jo, thank you. For that, thank you. You always have been such a much appreciated source of encouragement for me. ❤
Come back to writing Valerie. You have a gift…it’s so beautiful!
Sometimes life sends us gentle nudges. That is what your comment is to me, and it’s brought tears of gratefulness by what you have said. Thank you, dear Melissa. I miss writing. I will come back. Your comment is a gift, and I love you! ❤
Love you too Valerie and you are welcome. ❤