My Week At The Beach
My Week At The Beach I sit in on the veranda of my bungalow on the beach and watch the rain. A monsoon has us under its liquid grip. The tide has left quickly. The fisherman, waist deep, don’t seem to mind. My supper will be served on a plate, theirs at the end of their line. I’ve learned much in our week at the beach. I’ve learned that mothers, friends, sisters, and lovers from around the world find the time to nurture themselves, and each other in this humble land. I’ve learned that europeans take a lot more vacations then Americans. People are gentle and kind here . We met a Marine...
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