Writers begin with a grain of sand, and then create a beach.
I love walks, hiking, exploring and being on the beach.
I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.
Bingo. It popped up as being stolen out of Long Beach in 1971.