Seashore Dwellings and Frayed Twine

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We are all like it or not, intertwined.

The way the stories breeze through my mind, much like the people I have loved and let go.

As I watch helpless, I cringe at the chaos that surrounds. These are dangerous times we live in. To love, dream, practice uncomfortable kindness. To choose hope.

I leave this place with tales spun from grass and held together by frayed twine.

Living is scary. Not living is well nothing, nothing at all. Moments scribbled on forgotten parchment, moving images I recall.

Will it matter, probably not. But, it matters now. Right here. Right now.

It was real for a moment, in my head and my heart.

It was so nice to dream.

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excerpt Georgia Pine by Jacqueline Cioffa      

“There is something about a seashore dwelling, how the wind blows steady, sweeping and swooshing problems away. They magically evaporate out to sea. Harry couldn’t know how blessed time and living inside that house would be. The home was evergreen, oversized planks, cool to the touch but so very warm inside. The picnic bench carved with etched markings, familiar names, some recent, others worn. Barely legible grooves recorded a family.”

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