Walking along the sand,
breathing in the fresh sea air.
A satisfying crunching sound
with each step I take.
I pause...
looking down at the shells under my feet.
Broken,
I have crushed hundreds of little pieces of hope and beauty...
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Nice to see you're writing. More please!
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Thanks - I know I should - just buried under a mountain of dissertation work at the moment! Although I had no excuse before.
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