The House In Limestone"The House In Limestone"The House In Limestone
I always wondered how lilies managed to grow in sand. There is not enough water for them there; the waves never reach far enough up the beach to moisten the fragile petals of pink and white.Yet, there they are, there they still are, how they have always been and how they will always be, standing sentinel along the stony path I walk, counting the stars. Little stars at my feet to match those flickering shapes up in the sky.
That night I was out in my bare feet; I can't remember when I must have taken off my shoes, but I could feel the cool rush of the coast between my toes. I was walking my li
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