THE HOUSE IN THE SAND

I saw a house in the sand that I want to own.
I want a house in the sand all of my own.

I want a house in the sand with it's face close to the sea.
I want to call that house my own.

It must not be rich and fine but old, weathered and mine.

It must be shabby and blue and green as the sea.

It must be wild and free ..... just like I will be when I am ready to find my house by the sea.

It will just be fine and the house will want to be mine.

There will be a fence and behind is the sea...... Nothing but the sea

AND THAT IS WHERE I WILL BE.

THE SALT OF THE SEA

It is the time of the year to spent as much time as possible by the sea. The days are warm and the water temperature has risen. Long walks at the beach and nights outside.

But the locals say the sea-salt in the wind kills everything.

And when you look closer it seems true.

 A misty beach where you can firmly see the salt in the air.

The sea air gives rust and decay.

But also dries and heals.

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