[No Illo Notes in the text- Imagine Sophia's surroundings becoming more and more vibrant with each page turn until each page is FULL of the life around her at the park. The final page needs to show her whole (family) joining her.]
Waiting for a Sunday Sea Park Picnic
Sophia sat, all alone.
Except
for the sand sifting through her fingers…
…Sea weeds
ticking her toes…
…stones cracking
and slacking under blanket folds…
…ducks
just beyond the hill, scampering-one, two, three-steps from air to pond…
…beavers
crunching, munching, forever lunching on fallen branches…
Sophia
sat, all alone… surrounded by myriads of tones…
…chimes…
… and throngs
of songs.
Her being
touching textures, ruggedly rough…silvery smooth…
…and puckered
and pocked.
Sophia
sat all alone…
…Smelling sea brine, she counted
her time, one heartbeat to the next.
Watching,
waiting, feeling life from the sea push against land until a…
…BARK!
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