Like the SeaStanding on a sandy shore, a wave washes away my foundation leaving perfect prints, for a while. Like the wave, Mother appears for a moment to wrap my toes in salty slippers of foam. When the wave recedes, the footprints dissolve and the foam blows away. The slippers vanish but I await another crash of sea against sand.
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Betty Bell Brown
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