Footsteps in the Sand


I had been in my moon boot for over a month and still couldn’t walk on the beach.

Then one day

Frank drove the car to the foot of the boat ramp where we ate our sandwiches, drank our coffee to the loud music of the waves.  Winter 2013 018

I opened the car door and presto

my feet were on the sand. I walked a little and looked behind to see

these amusing footprints!  Winter 2013 019

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