Photo Prompt © Peter Abbey
As she walked along the beach.
And on her own.
So many memories. Some good, some bad, and some in-between.
Believe the impossible. A small smile. Did she believe that anymore?
She stopped. She looked out at the ocean.
Always beautiful – fair weather or storm. There’s no telling beyond the seasons.
How many years had flown away? Is anyone left?
The sands would know.
Would they say?
She turned, but looked back again.
Is it over, she wondered?
Another story to break?
So many broken hearts…
Couldn’t it be happy – just once?
But it’s time to move on.
For her.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Fiction with a lot of Fact
Word Count: 100
luna's on line 
Poignant, memorable poem, Chris.
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Thanks Dave.
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grain
walk on ground
again
between your toes
and thumb your nose
at prior
or not thought of to day woes
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Just looking at the sea… and thinking again.
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very good – time to move on indeed and cheers to new beginnings
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Exactly – more hope is around!
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A thought-provoking poem. I enjoyed it.
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So glad that you liked that, Liz.
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A very moving story Chris.
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Thanks so much, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome dear friend
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💙💛🩷
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❤️❤️❤️
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yes, sad, but she knows. it is time at last.
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Yes, definitely time to move on – she’ll be better!
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Time to move on, …‘tis ever the same, Chris, …but…as it’s my favourite place, I shall linger awhile, …and pontificate, …. (Seasons Greetings, to you, my friend 🎄)…💙
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An interesting situation in this one… a beach, sand and sea (again). So many things to say, but sometimes let’s just look over there… and lets wave to each other! 💛💛 Enjoy this time, Penn – it’s almost Christmas. 🎶🎄✨
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