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Tiny sandcastle in my hand filled with dreams and fantasy. Into your world I long to be. A world where I can truly be me. As the breeze slips you away, through my finger tips. Take me with you tiny sandcastle in my hand. Ivet H. P.

Tiny sandcastle in my hand filled with dreams and fantasy. As the breeze slips you away, through my finger tips. Take me with you tiny sandcastle in my hand.

“Yup. And you know, the fact that my hair has the natural black streaks again.” I say, fingering one of the streaks.

Picture Prompts: Siblings were born. One was fire, the other smoke. You see, the smoke child was a smoldered flame that needs a little help seeing the light.