Bare Facts (was babybear3333)

A (usually) lighthearted and amusing outlook on the real happenings (and vivid imagination) in the day to day life of a walking disaster area/accident waiting to happen/prone to 'blonde' moments 40 something single female...:)

Sunday, November 14, 2004

To The End Of The World...


Go on, it's not hard really, I do it all the time...

It's early evening, still warm though the sun is setting...Still light enough to see but everything has taken on a sort of fuzzy haze, fading with the daylight...

We're on a beach, a small drift-wood strewn beach. Sitting a few yards away is a woman, mid 30's, slim, tanned with very long hair...She's seems to be sleeping...Come closer though and you can see that's she's not...There's a faint smile on her lips and an overwhelming sense of peace, of finally belonging washes over us as we watch her.

She's facing south with her back to the world.

Behind her, about 50 yards away, is a small beach house. It could do with some paint but is a cosy warm place full of love.

From the house we can hear a girl's voice giggling as she plays with 2 cats. The girl is the woman's daughter, she's 12 years old.

They came here about 6 months ago and fell in love with the place. The woman dreamed of this beach and decided to follow that dream and came looking to see if it was real. To the other side of the world, to a place where she was born. They came looking for home, and they found it here...


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