The sun shines brightly in the sky as your rough hand holds my smooth one. The rays of the sun and of your love warming my heart. The water pulling me along with you. Wind and whispers mix together speaking the sweet words of "I love you, will you marry me," as the waves crash along soft sand. Waves that will soon wash those sweet words and memories away. The waves feel heavy. Heartbroken feet crunch along pebbles and shells while children laugh and play. The breeze feels fresh but tastes like salt as I remember: That was all in the past.
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Jessica Dixon
"Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on." -Louis L'Amour
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