waltzing on air on the tip of the sun god’s arrow as he fires away as somewhere down where the aquamarine sea meets the land a whisper and then a cry . . . the old village rising from the sand . . . forgotten when the fish went away and the tourists didn’t care to stay . . . but maybe . . . new children and their aunties . . . conch shells to hold against your ear and hear the sea roar, olden conch shells from before when the fish leapt out of the sea that the great mothers took along when they had to leave . . . calling everyone back to the same reach of the sand . . . come back . . . come back . . . it all awaits. . .
my spring series post for today over on my Substack at the link. It includes this fun image

https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/dollhouses-and-other-miniature-worlds-9bd
























