I'm finding my lost words here.Perhaps all I needed was a used bookstore to operate and fall in love with, an island to return to and claim as home instead of a vacation spot, a different set of worries to toss about during the day, conversations with hubby that start out, 'I think we should..." instead of "What are we going to..."
Sunshine nourishes us. And the salt from the marshes fills us up with its satisfying scent, so primal. Sleep arrives so gently. We're lulled into such sighs of contentment we're often mistaking one another for the wind.
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