Dreams

My feet feel the grain of the sand underneath

and my hair smells of salts from the wind.

My eye has beheld the beauty…. of places that I’ve never been.

My heart has quickened from splendor, on the Beach of Cathedrals in Spain.

Then ambled the shore in quaint old Lubec, the Lobster Village of Maine.

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Elaine Marie (Padgett) Carnegie

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I have spent my life investigating and writing. Journalist, Novelist and seeker of knowledge.

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