A3. Hand in Hand
Sand in all its shades — brown, black, gray, all the colors in between — beneath our feet, while we, fingers intertwined, listen to the song of the sea, watch the seagulls as they walk, step by step, ahead of us. Sunbeams warming our hearts, we are here, we are. I want to dance, to sing, to turn cartwheels, do handstands, give my joy a face and hear your laughter.

















