Muddy Beaches

Three generations of women meander along the muddy beach, commenting on the new arty houses that contain the pebbles and sea. It's a place to mark time and the passing of dreams. Many a muddy memory flashes before our eyes, but it is mostly the sunshine that dominates and the wind hinting at the new season to come. It's warm but it's not still. We feel ever so slightly outrageous but instead of eating ice-cream, we're dreaming of futures in scandinavian builds, peeping in at the windows and commenting on the floorboards. Clearly, that big hearted dreamer spirit is as hereditary as our little legs. 

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