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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Packing
















Sadly, this is our last night. We spent the day on the beach. The girls searching for more seashells, they are hard to find here. I laid with my back to the sound. With my eyes closed, I watched as if the ocean was breathing in and out of me with the most beautiful colors ever envisioned. Around 5:00, it began to rain. No actually, it was 4:40 because when we got back up to the condo, we ran into the wedding party. Yesterday, one of the men who works here told me I was invited to a wedding tomorrow. I asked him where he was going to be married and he replied, "out back, behind the condo's at 5:00 p.m." They were getting married on the gulf! The bride was absolutely gorgeous in her long white wedding gown. The bridesmaids were in pink and the ushers were in blue. Everyone except the wedding party was off the beach. The tiniest flower girl threw petals into the pool on her walk to the ocean. All the guests were watching the wedding from our balconies. And yes, after a little bit of thunder and lightening, the clouds vanished and the sun returned.

We've just come in from dinner. The girls picked our restaurant tonight - the waffle house! Now, we will pack up these memories to take home with us.

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