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    Sand Castles and Waves

                The soft, gentle sea breeze cradled the water in its arms as the sun’s last few breaths sighed at Los Angeles. The waters slowly rocked the shore, humming its own little lullaby, waiting for the cacophony of colors that would soon engulf the clear, blue sky. The clear, blue sky smiled down at the world, with fluffy little clouds floating in the air, bidding the entire West Coast a good day, wishing for it a better night, and marking the end of another summer.

                Though Nature’s wonders probably made up some of the most beautiful sights one could ever hope to see in one’s lifetime, there was nothing more beautiful than a little girl creating her castle of sand, smiling at the open sea, looking up to see her family, whole and together.

                There was a little girl, with jet-black, curly hair, the young replica of the older brunette kneeling next to her, and the two of them were building a castle, both of them adding rocks and seashells and little twigs. The little girl giggled with delight as the brunette lifted her up and helped her place the flag at the tallest tower in the castle. The two of them clapped at their masterpiece, vowing to each other to build more castles. There were times when such a sight seemed like a dream, only a figment of the imagination, never a part of reality.

                “Mama T!” The little girl called out. “Look what we made! Look!”

                Tina Kennard went over to her daughter and planted a kiss on her forehead. The brunette next to her smiled at the gesture. She sat between her daughter and the brunette, and looked at the castle that they built together. She touched the castle in awe. The castle was sturdy.

                “It’s a strong castle, sweetie,” Tina remarked, smiling at her daughter. “Good job.”

                “Thank you.” The little girl replied, beaming up at her mother. “Mama B?”

                The brunette then turned to the little girl. “Yes, Angie, what is it?”

                “Can we make a castle for Mama T?” The little girl asked, looking at the brunette.

                “But this is our castle, for all three of us. Why do we need to make another one?” The brunette asked, genuinely puzzled. Tina held one of her hands and tucked it in hers.

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    Comments

    1. A truly lovely vignette. I so enjoyed the sand/water analogy too … inspired. I love to see these two navigating new and old terrain together, and finally finding some happiness this time. Thank you for sharing, and hope to read more soon.

    2. That was really beautiful and toucjing Blueskies. Good luck to you on getting those two other courses and I can’t wait until your new Tibette “beginnings” story!

    3. That was an amazing one of chapters. It showed love, intrique, and family time. The beach brings out the soft side of most people. It allows them to unwind and allow dreams to come about again.

    4. I know I overuse the word, but it’s the only one that’s coming to mind. Awesome, blueskies. This was awesome. I hope you get the classes you want. Thanks for this post.

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