She woke from fitful dreams, dressed in layers of assorted clothing, a hat, and gloves. Her physical shelter provided walls to shield the elements of nature, though this particular evening, provided none against the cold of harsh circumstance. Bundled, she withdrew beneath covers, warmed of body if not of soul; allowed her mind to wander at will. She walked upon deserted beach dotted with sparkling sea glass, allowing soft, moist sands to ground her as she stepped eagerly towards the surf. Coaxed further, cool ripples drew her ankle deep as the salty swash continued to tickle and tease. She loosed her clothing, each piece dropped upon the shoreline, a breadcrumb, offering to the ocean; she walked on, freely.
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I like the description of the offering of her clothes as a breadcrumb to the ocean. I hope she is able to wake refreshed from this dream.
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Thank you, Frank. She did indeed 🙂
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The last word, “freely” is beautiful and powerful.
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Thank you, Romi. It is key to the story.
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Lovely piece and song. ❤
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Thank you, Susan. Glad you enjoyed.
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How well you’ve described her journey from wakefulness to the slumberland.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome Denise
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Love “salty swash”–5-Star.
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🙂
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Waking from a dream, still in both worlds…what’s the real one, she says…
A gem of conciousness Denise.
I imagined Clark’s driver with your character as a passenger, having followed the breadcrumbs…
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Interesting notion, yo.
‘course, I left the fundamental identity of ‘the driver’ to ‘the Reader’…
there are certain people, among whom we claim membership that can drive through a town and be aware of both its relatability and it’s alien-ness.
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There are indeed – maybe because they once were forced by the idiosyncrasies of life to loose the umbilical cord to what they called home…
( still can’t post a comment at your place…please, don’t presume any favoritism of venue 😉)
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It is the $64,000 question.
Thank you, Spira.
Intriguing…
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Wait a minute, Spira! How did my comment, in reply to your comment above, wind up down below to your comment back to Clark, lol. (go ahead, I know what you’re thinking)
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Outrageous! I will find the ones responsible milady and justice will be as swift as the occasion demands 🗡
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Closing my eyes, I’m walking with her now… *sigh*
Thank you for that moment, Denise 🙂
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You are most welcome, Chris 😊
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you got a head start this week. love the six, love that you do this for us
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I did! Thank you, Paul 🤗
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What they said…
lol
no, serially, good ‘un.
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Thank you, Clark.
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Ah, to be so free. It is a habit that i’m in to have an ear open even when i’m sleeping.
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Indeed. Now that, is both a good thing and a bad thing.
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I love the prose style of this story. It also drew me in from the 1st sentence.
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Thank you, Carrie.
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So dreamily put, D 😊 I like the idea of clothing and blankets and walls as a physical comfort, though not always soothing the anxieties of the mind… then, the taking off of those same fabrics to go out and feel naked and free with the Nature of the sea – like a baptism almost? But a cleansing too. I like how you used the sands as a tool for being ‘grounded’.
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Thank you, V. How right you are. The physical can only bring so much comfort.
Or a release and unfettering. A bit ironic eh? 😊
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Beautifully written ❤
There is a true sense of freedom and belonging when one has nothing between them and nature, when the sunlight and the breeze has unhindered access to your soul.
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Thank you, Ollie.
Exactly.
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From fitful dreams to walking freely, a lovely story, Denise.
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Thank you, Keith! Nothing like a walk on the beach.
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Beautiful images…I somehow flashed on Penelope in her long wait for Odysseus.
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Thank you, Liz. Hm. I am not familiar with the story. I shall rectify that 🙂
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Exquisite language as ever, Denise. ‘She loosed her clothing, each piece dropped upon the shoreline, a breadcrumb, offering to the ocean; she walked on, freely.’ How often do we counter harsh circumstances with such comforting imaginations? Beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Jenne.
Whether by choice (or not) or disposition, response to “harsh circumstances” always has potential to manifest itself, by virtue of the emotional content generated, as a positive in defiance of those circumstances.
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