266: Captivated

The sand is still warm

from a day spent in the sun.

It collapses

under my feet,

until my heels sink down

and my toes point up

as the crystals trickle between them

in tiny pyramids

or river deltas

that cover the tops of my feet and bury them.

Deep

deep

down.

The sand is still warm.

Until the water rises.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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