Sand between toes never feels very different than it did the first time you were little, and saw the shore and beach before you. And the way the cold water stings, and takes your breath away, that’s all the same.
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If only every
day could be lovely
and slow, just. like. this.
Time focused around
naps and meals and the lovelyness of
hanging laundry on a line.
Tide pools at low tide.
Lobster chowder sangria.
Vacation Monday.
Only some fussing
And fighting but we all made
It here in one piece
