Dreams

Uncertain

Onslow Beach, Atlantic Ocean, Beach, Ocean

“I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.” – Le Testament d’Orphée
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When we were little, my grandparents lived in San Clemente part of the year because my Grandpa worked for California State Parks. They lived at the beach – on that cliff where the campground is – where we camped every summer & then stayed after with them.

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Grandma would take us down the path that led through the cliffs to the beach, early in the day and we would play in the sand or collect shell after shell. Grandma, a true artist, always found new ways to talk about the beauty. I learned some lessons on the beach at San Clemente, that have stayed with me more than 30 years later. Mostly that when I feel the least certain, I find certainty here.

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“I am made of salt and sand and the deep jade green of the Atlantic. The salt air courses through my veins. This place, these waves, the sea glass and shells with rounded edges, beaten constantly in the surf, are the pieces and places of my very soul.” – Elaina

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