there is something magical
about beach combing
at
dusk..
it is clever..
magic..
you never know when it will
sneak up
on
you...
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| Meg DeWeese and Mr. La Dolce Vita, on the beach in St. Petersburg |
we
were off and ready to stroll..
wiggling toes in sand..
and feeling
a tug on the heart from the waves...
magic makes memories...
and pulls us pensively inward...
there is a true color to magic..
and you know it when you see it...
pearly,
and just barely shimmery...
you feel it..
a sparkly kind of feeling...
but...
try as you might...
to savor it...
it is transitory..
momentary..
like a melting snowflake,
a good bottle of wine,
or words written in sand...
and so all sweet things
must end...
even
magic..
xo
