Perched above the Pacific this afternoon, light lingered over the water as waves beat steady time on the shore. Silence raised her head between the surround sound of surfers and seagulls. Time suspended, except for the in and out of breath.
Walking back from the beach through a maze of casitas, a blue and white message was baked into pristine tiles..."La pintura de Dios es el mundo."
Strolling through God's gallery, is there anything better?
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