Gulf breezes and cocktails while dining seaside.
Introducing and reacquainting, laughing and storytelling,
we are starting the narrative of a writing weekend.
The perfect locale, a small resort, a quiet beach.
Women gather for communal writing,
for friendship and sisterhood, for sharing and trust,
for crying and for laughing.
The words will drip onto the pages
and the table and the floor.
And we will sit in them and roll in them
and toss them up in delight like autumn leaves.
We will scrub ourselves with them,
shampoo them through our hair and into our scalps.
Rub them into our skin and replenish our bodies and souls.
And we will play with them and nurture them
cradle them and protect them.
Words are sacred and writing is prayer.
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