• j

    by  • May 28, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 1 Comment

    when walking in the deep sand, searching for a sand dollar…. wtf am I even here for, or expecting. . . I keep collecting but it feels better to crush them beneath my feet. Is this the end, literally. I’ve come so far to find nowhere else…

    One Response to j

    1. I wish
      May 28, 2014 at 6:22 pm

      I was a sand dollar, not broken and crushed deliberately but delicately and gently picked up and my fragile outside and delicate treasures on the inside were wrapped in love and kept safe. I wish I was a sand dollar.

      This was beautifully written.

      Thank you Author

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