postcard from lake michigan (7.29.08)

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light blue with white wisps fading into pale blue fading into white fading into gray fading into sparkling, bright rippling indigo.

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if you were here, we would record the sound of the waves curving, pulling, swishing, climbing, pushing, tumbling. we would record the sound of the waves so that whenever we were apart, we could each listen to the curves and the pulls and the pushing forward, forward, forward and remember.

(can you hear them?)
(do you remember?)

Comments

[Malphi]

Sounds wonderful, wish I were there!

[gkgirl]

beautiful...

[Deborah Truesdell]

Liz,

For all the inspiration and pleasure you have given to me and others from your blog, I have awarded you the Brialliant Premio award on my blog site. Many thanks to you for sharing your words and feelings.

[Frankie]

Hauntingly gorgeous...I can hear them, feel them, taste them. Pure poetry.