Beautiful micro-story by Edwin – edwincolonpagan, about these beautiful deep bright orange roses I found on the beach:

“I was always told I was the princess of dad and I believed it. I lived deceived in a sand castle at the expense me drown when the tide rise. My father left us. He fell in love. I meant, again. I am sincere. Sometimes vomiting dozens of shells seasoned by the foam of this abyss. They are empozan in the hollows of my castle flooded with tears. A cute crab helps to rebuild on the ruins salt. Will you be my best friend? No I love it as much as my dad. But he dug up the roses lay lost in my memories.”