January 19, 2010
Several months later I was lounging around my house in the espadrilles I wore on the beach. I put my feet up on the couch. And I am glad I did, because although the weather outside was grey and drizzling, on my floor I later found a small heap of sand. It had made the journey from the beaches of Bolonia and the Costa de la Luz, and had now fallen out onto the wood of the floorboards. Of course, no clouds lifted, no rain stopped. But I thought I heard the sounds of the sea.
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