The begi ing of summer, an excuse to strat writing. Dona - 22 June 2017

He is crying loudly and ru ing hurriedly. Wet and soft sands are sinking under his feet. His right foot is twisted, falls down. The sound of crying gets louder. The space between the sandals and his feet is filled with fine sands. A small oyster with red veins sticks to his right ankle, stands up,