I grew up hearing my parents say, "You have to separate the precious from worthless."
It's been daybreak in my soul ever since you appeared.
Beach Walk #1 We made our way down the crooked path lined with greyed boards and sand that led to the beach. The July wind brushed my hair into my face. A seagull cried overhead.We took off our sandals and tossed them beside the gate so our bare toes could feel sand and surf. The… Continue reading Beach Walks