DOROTHY PALMER
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The Ocean Is My Muse
After an hour of body surfing in the crashing waves, my bathing suit, arms and legs are covered with sand. But I don't care. I never care about that. Spending time in the ocean nourishes me. I squint and look west. It's that special time at the end of the day when the afternoon sun is just beginning to be swallowed up by the sea. The time when the light and all the clouds are shape-shifting into a full spectrum of mandarin orange and rose-gold miracles. The time when all of Key Largo is politely sipping cocktails, watching the sun and searching for answers. I am searching too.
By DOROTHY PALMER5 years ago in Motivation
An Abundance of Books
Tiny beads of perspiration were "dancing between the freckles" on my face, or at least that's what I was always told when I was a child. I didn't believe it though. I could feel them slowly running past my nose and landing above my upper lip. That's where they always landed, followed by me occasionally licking them off, if I didn't have any Kleenex handy. Boy were they salty! Life in Florida.
By DOROTHY PALMER5 years ago in Families
