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Summer's Over

Summer's Over

Wow, it’s so surprising to see sand on a beach.
So cold and hard pressed below my feet.

So gritty and witty every single day.
Too bad, when waves come, it all washes away,

Sometimes I tell kids,
Don’t get carried away,
With their buckets and their trowels.
Don’t be disappointed in the things you can’t create.

When waters rise, they destroy and shape.
They smooth long bars into little ripples.
And leave riptides in their wake.

They grind and they break down, churning strong granite to slate.
So, if you're looking for something meaningful, never step back or hesitate.

For me?

I never search for sand when I visit the beach.
I hunt seashells and catch jellyfish.
And other things.
Far more unique.
 

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Jac Fables

On The Beach. A Great Write.🙂

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Pratibha Savani

Oh yes!! Far more unique! Love the ending to this piece!
Hope you are well!! It's been a while!
Px

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The fish of the sea

Hey P! How are you?! It has been ages, hope things are going well on the Facebook site for you. Thank you for your kind comment as always. Looking forward to hearing from you!

Sincerely, your friend Max

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Pratibha Savani

Hey Max! I'm ok thanks. I'm hardly on here. I use both facebook and instagram. I enjoy reading your pieces. I will send you a PM. Chat soon. Px

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