Early March. 
The cold beach deserted. My kids 
home in a bare house, bundled up 
and listening to rock music
                
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This spoke to me. Spoke to growing up in a poor and desparate household. Later me and my brother wards of the State. Waiting to be rescued from ugliness.
birdless stretch of gleaming sand amazing conceptualization. Thanks for sharing it here.