Wouldn't it be nice if encounters in your life washed away like footsteps in the sand?
A days journey vanishing overnight, awakening fresh and new each morning.
Those who wish to leave a mark, a memory, a lasting impression must return time and time again to ensure their footsteps remain.
Others are welcomed to stay a short while, but when they leave their leavings last no longer than a few turnings of the tide.
Havoc may be reaped in a stormy burst, but when given a chance time heals all wounds.
Impressions lost, impressions remembered.
Each different.
Each a story.
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Sandra Pinkster
Canadian woman, born in Alberta, lived as a third culture kid overseas from the age of 10 - 16.
Loves travel, adventure and quiet nights wrapped in a blanket by a fire.
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