scripturient
“Change happens by listening and then starting a dialogue with the people who are doing something you don’t believe is right.”
Running on the beach and I stumbled on a stone in the shape of a small girl with long eyelashes and a curly top of hair. The waves beat me to the drop, and I crumbled in a pool at the lip of sand. The rock looked at me, agape. I promised to laugh, though, at the last moment, I could not open my mouth; the gap was already too wide. I swallowed like the birds and the Little Rock stuck out her tongue and peeped at me. Clack-clack-clack went her palms at the water. I kept waiting for a spark. It was too damp and not rough—clack-clack-clack. The girl stood up and shook the gems from her eyes. She gave me a few pebbles to hold and told me to watch for the spirals in the tide. Toss the jewels in the water when it's dark out, she whispered from a wet shell. She ran away and left me standing at the precipice of belonging.
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