Saturday, July 14, 2012

"In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend." - Catherine Killigrew

Sleepy little beach girl, sun slapped and color kissed, sprawls atop the humidity of the back seat.  The sunset is gone, but the dark lavender-pink clouds of Boston's summer nights pool across the sky like the tide.  Our contented dreams fill the silence of the car.  Sometimes when I ask her something she does not respond, and I think it is because she is lost in all the pretty thoughts all tangled up with the salt in her hair.

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