sand sand sand sand sand
sand in food, shoes, eyes, hair, car
where did all come from
After a day a the beach, there is nothing but sand.
Sand in the sandwiches.
Sand in my shoes.
Sand in my eyes.
Sand in my hair.
Sand in the car.
Where, I say it again, where did all this sand come from?
Part of a series based on an afternoon spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.
I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
Some turned out okay.
Some were too forced.
Some were just bad.
Some did involve some or all of those feelings.
As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
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