Excellent NaPoWriMo contest entry Precious Gems : Sand by dovemarie

Crisp, light grains blowing through my hair As I cross the beach with its seagull-filled air Caressing my feet, crinkling through my toes Sun-warm, encircling my ankles, a crumb flying past my nose Wet sand where my footprints stamp, Rivulets of baby waves so cool, Surrounding the castles, a child's tool Dark, water-washed sand, Light, sun-drenched sand I scoop sand-splattered shells into the palm of my hand Author Notes A chapter in my book "Precious Gems." I always loved the sand, the only thing I hated was cleaning it off my feet and the creases of my body when I went to the beach! Thanks to Denise B for artwork.

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