Sunlight sliced the water with silver precision My friends, steering the rickety motor boat that coughed and sputtered along the shore line and me, wrapped in a towel and smiling through strands of tousled hair that swirled in tiny tornados around my sunburned face. If I had known then that the ribbon of time that wrapped around our summers in Thuy Duong would come undone, I would have taken a picture of our secret beach. white sands shimmering like a billion stars surrounded by a fortress of giant green I would have collected the bits of shell and stone that rubbed against my tummy as my shadow and I swam in clear blue silence, and my friends sunbathed on the shore........ Days gone...... Doi.Feline
