methodology.

the ocean crashed, the waves roared. a modern marvel of the old world. she sat and dreamt, he walked and wondered.

a seagull cawed in the nearby distance.

the iridescent glow of a faraway town reflected on the bay. you could almost hear the voices, the laughter.

they wanted to be like them. to be with them. they wanted to be them.

salty, sandy, full of grace and truth.

but the water could not have her way, nor the wind his.

somewhere along the dusty path they find their way.

but not today.

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~ by Mary Christa on February 15, 2011.

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