This shore is littered with sea-glass and broken lives. I pick up a perfect nautilus, pour the sand out. I listen for an echo of a memory. I only hear waves rushing in to fill the hollow where my heart once was.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Feeling this one, Christine < 3
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That opening line…super juxtaposition, super metaphor.
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The longing in this is so tangible that it is something that continues to echo in the images (love the nautilus one…I used to do that all the time when I was a child) you have painted for us. Beautiful.
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Gorgeous words, gorgeous imagery. You have some mad skills, my friend! 🙂
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Sad, beautiful, and I can in fact almost feel the ocean breeze and hear the crunching sound of the sea-glass under foot. I love the line about the broken lives.
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So well done!
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Oops not “live this” but “love this!”
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“Echo of memory”… Live this. It’s beautiful but haunting.
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beautiful!!
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oh cripes this is lovely. just LOVELY!!!
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The feeling of emptiness rings like a bell throughout these four sentences, Christine. And the image of broken lives lying next to sea glass paints a jagged, dangerous-if-not-cautious picture. Deftly picked word choices!
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Christine, this is “it”. lovely lovely, entry! Is this on the grid?
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No, I was too late for the grid! It was at 36 entries when I woke up this morning, and full by the time I got to a computer. 😦
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But thank you for the compliment! 🙂
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Beautiful – love the idea of the shore being littered with broken lives. And felt that echoing emptiness at the end.
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I loved the image of holding that shell to your ear, listening, yearning for a old love.
Heart break just like that sea glass, but you gave voice to it with these 42 words.
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As always, your imagery is gorgeuos.
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🙂 Aww, thanks!
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