Bright Sands

 

Last night I dreamt of the Oregon Dunes. People I love were there, and a giant seal, and I found my way back to the camp that was ours. Sandy sleeping bags and a huckleberry sunrise. The memory of the Wren Clan on Crescent Island, bushwhacking fox-trails of tangled light. We are small, wayfinder animals gleefully clambering among the bright oceans of sand, the winds of the sea.

Published byAmber MV

Amber MV holds a BA in Creative Writing and English from Southern New Hampshire University and is a graduate of Anake Outdoor School at Wilderness Awareness School.

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