Written for https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/
Wishing waves washed smooth pebbles, as Carol finished her second cup of espresso for the morning. The freedom of her flip-flops were cool against her polished red toes. She dipped her fork into her light pancakes, covered in a lemon sauce. Each mouthful melted on her tonsils.
She leant back in her comfortable chair and allowed the sea breeze to inspire. Was it possible to leave? A blossoming friendship, with the possibility to heal, called like a mermaid’s lullaby. However, in two weeks, dreamlike shore would be just a memory.
Lost in her trail of thoughts, the rhythmic pulse brought hope.
Whatever her decision, she would call this paradise home.
Wishing waves whispered; I am here, I am love, you are well.

I loved your last line, Diana. Wishing waves whispered; I am here, I am love, you are well.
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Thank you 😀
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happy holiday dreams 🎉
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Exactly, nothing can go wrong
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Beautiful Diana ❤
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Thank you 🥰
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What a beautiful a beautiful story Diana. I hope she finds what her heart desires. Thanks for joining in.
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No worries 🥰
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😍😍😍
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So true 💜🤣🤣
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Aww. Gorgeous writing. And again, pancakes, yum. Very sensory I like it Diana.
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Thank you 😀
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