JoelJosol Posted March 24, 2011 Share Posted March 24, 2011 (edited) Stepping on the beach, the sun throws its first rays against the sky. I see hundreds of clouds, in little pieces, as if keeping each other warm. The waters ripple, bringing forward an image of a thousand lights from far away. So far, it exposes tiny crabs climbing out of their pits, and star fishes, still and rigid on the ground deserted by the sea. The breeze dishevels my hair. I have to turn my face away from the light. When I look back, a wall of water blocks the light, and its noise rushes upon me like a pile of blankets, heavy, wet and tight. I just got a one day break to have time to write something again. I just need to write again :-) Hi guys. Edited March 25, 2011 by JoelJosol Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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