July 2011
2 posts
Salt and Summer.
We sat and dug our toes in the greedy sand and watched the hushing waves that were harnessed by the glowing sun in the distance. The clouds stripped away the horizon and left us nothing to claim, except a ribbon of periwinkle and faded ember. We were pulled by the ocean’s promises and sweet aroma of salt and summer. Our hands, woven reassuringly, anchored our hearts here. Let our secrets...
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so pure.
The auras had once grown jealous, sewn curses upon our anemic skin. The breath painted the air, and I could breath. It was enough once upon a time. The veil of oppression defiles or strength, and tests our faith. But you told me once that maybe our chance was right around the corner. Peeping Tom had lent me his faint heart and poor hopes. We waited. I waited. The further we step around that...
