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Friday, February 25, 2011

White Sands Villa



The sky rolled blue above and the sea dazzled turquoise bellow.



It was like stepping into my mountain home, except a world of sea away.



Everything was awash in white



The furl of rose petals woven into linen.



Lavender hedged the lawn, pillows, down, the sea breeze.



Antique charm, rustic warmth.



Baskets and hats and the beckoning beach with treasures to be found,



Every chair the view of waves.



My heart beat beauty joy.