The Stranger Who Broke My Heart
When my daughter tells me she has the day off and the weather is good, I pack in no time, jump in the car and head to Newport. She and I sit at the beach, relax in the off-shore breeze and just chat. Our routine always includes a long walk (or two) while we comb the sand looking for sea glass.
It cannot be just any sea glass, mind you. Angel is particular about his collection. It must be well-worn, have rounded edges (no rough stuff for him!!) and be GLASS...not ceramic, not pottery, not plastic and not a shell. This he has embedded in my head.
Anyway, wandering along the shore, our eyes scanning side to side, I spotted HIM...
the stranger who stole my heart
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