Blood on the sand 2

And all those pieces, leaves not leaves…

And all those snakey shapes and maybe bubbles inside of them..

And this mysterious just being here, on this white, soft sand.

I mean…

How is it to just be on the sand and wait for something, maybe someone, to come?

Drying.

Changing…

Life.

Simple and natural, life…

On this precious, amazing sand.

Where everything looks different.

Where everything is a fairy tale.

And tiny bits and bobs of seaweeds are coming out from it, peeking and checking… is it now, maybe they ask…

Is it this time they were waiting for?

Is it?

Or maybe not…

So… bye. LOL

Bye from the sand level.

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