Fill space

          We walked out the back door and down onto the beach.  Ryan and I took off our flip flops and
carried them.  The sand felt warm on my
feet.  We walked toward the shoreline
where the wet sand was easier to walk on. 
We headed towards Torrey Pines. 

            Ryan never talked
just to fill space, so when he was silent it didn’t feel uncomfortable.  After we walked a long way we sat in the sand
and watched the waves and he told me more about Marcy.   I scooped sand up slowly letting it run out of
my hands onto my feet, burying them while I listened.




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