Thalassic Theorem
Salty sea air and grainy sand
went great with sun and being tanned.
Their memory swirls within my head
as I prepare myself for bed.
But I do not wax nostalgic, for I find behind each knee,
in my pockets, luggage and the floor, the beach came home with me!
For the Weekend Writing Prompt: Thalassic (of the sea) write a poem or story of exactly 50 words making use of the word Thalassic.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Cute 😍
~David
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Exactly what happens after a day on the beach.
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Haha, it’s so true.
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It invariably does! 😂
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Sand gets everywhere! A brilliant take.
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Great poem we can all relate to.
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Indeed. Sand everywhere, and the worst is coral sand. A very well crafted poem. 🙂
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Thanks, Bill.
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Like it! It’s why I was never fond of taking my kids to the beach. I much prefer to walk along the shore and keep it at that.
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Mouse…but gerbils need to be careful in the Dandelion Forest as well.
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