She blinked, squinting up into the sun. Her mind was fuzzy as everything slowly came into focus. She was laying flat on her back in what felt like...sand? Confused, she looked over and gripped a fistful of sand in her hand.
By sophia rost2 months ago in Fiction
Dirt under my feet, I walk through the woods, praying, Looking for the creek. As I close my eyes, I feel the wind on my face,
By sophia rost2 months ago in Poets
Sand between my toes Standing by the water’s edge I’m happy, not blue
By sophia rost4 months ago in Poets
