Free Hand #29

So slick, the body pulls back from the ocean tide. The waves collapse

against the shore. Where did you find me? Among the rubble and washed up

bleached out, salted wood? I am waiting silently under the millions of stones

that litter this beach. I am waiting to be revived, returned to the land of the

living.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

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