Empty oyster shells scattered over crushed ice while voices break between belly laughs like waves on the sand.
You tipped an oyster into your mouth and looked down to find a beach
left behind.
I clutch my side, rocking silently, gasping for air.
You laugh along with us, eyes watering with sea salt tears.
The comfort of friends and food rolls up and crashes over us. We wander home to bed, falling asleep to the sounds of the ocean.
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Another year, another NaPoMo challenge.
Despite not living in the US, I pave decided to participate again this year. April is always made better by writing and I'm particularly excited to chronicle the spring do my first full year living abroad.
I'm excited to see where this year's challenge takes me. Stick around for poetic postcards from Europe.
xx
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