From the desert to the sea
The day began with stomping (hers) and tears (mine). There were hugs. There was confusion and clarity. But there was the scent of the Pacific, too, sunshine and laughter, and bare feet.
The day began with stomping (hers) and tears (mine). There were hugs. There was confusion and clarity. But there was the scent of the Pacific, too, sunshine and laughter, and bare feet.