The Moya View

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  • Collecting Beach Glass After the Storm

    Collecting Beach Glass After the Storm

    I never thought brick dreams could tumble in the wind. My wife collects our scattered memories in a undersized bin like a child on the tide line collecting beach glass and seashells. She listen for the sound of blood amidst the dying wind mistaking rustling pages for her breath cycling in and out, her pulse…