One Sweet Memory

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Ocean Isle beach. It's late night in the middle of October. I feel warm in my oversized hoodie, but the wind against my face keeps me free.

It's so quiet and big out here.

Brian collects shells by the light of his phone. I trot ahead toward the pier where crossbeams glow. Lights from above bounce again off the water, sea green reflections dance on

Comments

[kathyunguyen]

I missed reading your words. This is sweet and relatable.

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Many thanks, dear Kathy. It has been a while!

[kathyunguyen]

Yes, it has been! :) I'd forgotten about this place, but since I'd been through so many rough patches this year, I came back to journal my private thoughts. It's refreshing and much needed. I need to get back to journaling and writing again.