sand

By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,From there the wind comes and blows over the world,By the sandy water I breathe in the odor of the sea,From there the clouds come and rain falls over the world.

The serenity of the lulling ocean is a wondrous thing to behold..more precious than the gems coveted and covered in platinum or gold...

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess.... Gasps... The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe... A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need...forbidden sweet... Beneath the warmth of a dancing rainbow summer sunset, slowly tuning into the magic night with the stars flooding the sapphire skies...the sacred emerald island wildlife listens to our song, played with loving fingertips, reflected in diving deep into each other's ocean eyes...

Tipani flower skies blazing rapture of color laced tree crowns silhouettes along the ocean diamond necklaced beach...of my heart in fragrance of love spilled by caressing kisses of the sun opening the gates to dive deep through away to horizons with no return...

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant.

The future was chaos, war and blood and thirst, ending with everyone's bones bleached white in the desert. The sand would bury their buildings and bodies, and eventually it would be impossible to tell that anyone had lived in the desert at all.

Grains of sand will only flow with the winds, Kenton, never against them.

Take my handand_feel the sandbeneath your aimless feettowards the sparkling waves

Don't sell the warmer for an air conditioner just because its summer, for in winter, you will have to do the reverse.

Don't cheat the foundation of a house because you want to save for the roofing for at the end, you will have only roofed rubbles.

Don't only learn from the rich and successful men, also learn from the poor and those that failed woefully, for in their failures lies the secret of success as well.

When you depart from this world, you must have the confidence that you have left your footprints in the sands of time, that you were among those who fulfilled their purpose

Perrotte frowned. ____ like to turn a plowshare into a sword ,_ she said. ____ cut our way out of those thorns, and then use it to run my enemies through__ She bit off her next words and swallowed them. Sand stared at her, aghast. She met his eyes, defiant. __hat? You don__ like bloodthirstiness?_ she asked. __ardon? No. I__ horrified that you would dull a sword on that thorn brake. I could make you some pretty good hedge shears.

The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,_ Sand said.__ guess your prayer was answered,_ Perrotte said.Sand strongly considered throwing something at her__ut there was nothing to hand that wasn__ sacred.

Saint Melor__ father was Saint Meliau.___as everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?___veryone who didn__ murder anyone, maybe,_ Perrotte said.

I__ alive,_ he groaned. __ut I__ not doing a very good job of it.

And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.

You__e not mending anything, remember, Sand? The hedge._ He paused and shook his head at himself. __nd Perrotte__ away for a few minutes, and you__e talking to yourself again.