and saw the sandcrabs running as fast as their tasty little legs would carry them.
Learning backgammon and whistling with fingers shoved in our mouths,
and holding hands with cousins who loved me.
Still do. Even though one is gone now. To breast cancer.
Sand. And gritty towels hung on weather-beaten railings
as we stretched out on the bed and listened to music.
Warm. Brown skin. Good food. Stilted houses. Outside showers.
Did I mention love?