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By Violet Date: 2004 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.18.16.20.25012]] |
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a house by the beach where i can hear the ocean swim through the rooms drafty and full of echoes it's a place where the salt sticks to the windows and there is a chill in the evening my window sills will be littered with driftwood and shells the sunlight will catch jars of sea glass in the hallway, there will be backpacks and small shoes and upstairs there is a dollhouse and piles of legos our bedroom is quiet and large here, we will get cold at night and have to tangle up in eachother and listen to the pounding surf this is a place where i can write poetry and take pictures in between making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and doing the endless laundry this is a place to have a family. |