here is the beach where i have spent a few precious days out of time and thought, staying with my cousin’s tent (we both marvelled over orion’s dagger and belt so bright in the late night sky), playing games to while away the evenings, laughing over words and simple joys (skipping into the waves with a little girl i had only met once before, reliving that singular pleasure). i read a chinese proverb: if i keep a green bough in my heart the singing bird will come. for me that means: the right memory revived will bring happiness. i’m all about making good memories this holiday.
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