by Darcy Wiley | Oct 21, 2012 | Pencils & Pens, Preserve Your Story {31 Days}, Sweet Tea
I combed through gritty words and searched for my own like a beachcomber after high tide. I pictured this particular shell opening up to look like a butterfly with wings spread. I imagined the swish of the surf, like young love, and then straight away came the weight...