http://slow.writerscafe.org/karlykarlykarly The original writings of author karlykarlykarly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072707 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I followed my mother over some of the larger, pink-stained rocks near the sandy beach. Though the sand felt soft beneath my feet, the lines of edged rocks always nicked my toes, and the salt burned the cuts. The sand was warm, and heated the soles of my feet as we carried our families new mono-line .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/karlykarlykarly/1500622/