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We would hunt beyond a jungle of rocks, our skin burning. We huddled in the shade, cornered by a wall of jagged rock.
Through all the pain of the morning, I am always proud I had someone there to share it with, or maybe even take it all away.
That day, that morning, Catherine and I had something to add to our ray of memories.
The sand clinging to my frozen fingers, we sit there on our sandy towels, shuffling through memories we’ve had, and been through. All morning, buried in sand, begging for warmth, tightly wrapped ourselves in our towels.
The cold, icy wind still blows on me. Sand scrunching under my toes. The waves still splash, collapsing before me.
Memory of the beach
alexnadrao added this comment 2009-02-24 21:44:00-06:00
thnx, :D
masterpianotuning added this comment 2009-02-24 08:13:27-06:00
beautiful
alexnadrao added this comment 2009-02-24 21:44:00-06:00
thnx, :D
masterpianotuning added this comment 2009-02-24 08:13:27-06:00
beautiful