Come, sit with me for awhile. We can hunker down here, amongst rolling grains of sand, huddled together for warmth under abstract rays of sunshine.
You can tell me of stories long before, and I’ll tell you mine, while we are mesmerized by the movement of water, far beyond our reach. Far out in the gold of reflections, waiting for pastels to paint the sky.
Come, sit with me, making memories that erase yesterday’s fumbles.
Keystroke Stories 