Flowers and tears.

By mamouchi

Pacific

When was it I walked in hot stones at the beach.. Close my eyes and there I am again listening the seagulls, sitting with my daughter and the newborn baby by terrific blue sea. It was just yesterday...was it? No, time passes and what is left of those moments are these stones I collected. Seattle beach is in my restroom, sunny stones listening the ordinary water run...

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