I'm writing late again, almost before the link up has expired. Paint gave me nothing to work with. Nothing came to my mind AT ALL. Until today. I am on vacation with a friend, and we are journeying around Southern California, enjoying Opera and baseball. Padres, Angels, Dodgers, and Don Quixote.
But today is a step away from the hustle and bustle of vacation. We've got a room in a quaint B&B near the ocean. Overlooking a bird sanctuary. And in the room we found this treasure: Journals. 4 books of stories. 14 years back, from what I've read so far. Newlyweds and older married folks. Friends, families. Some on a getaway. Some needing a staycation. Some beginning a life together and a few who sought solace here as they said goodbye to a loved one. Stories that paint a history - of life. Real life. Renewed relationships, and some falling apart, but a universal theme of hope spreads througout the pages. Encouragement to the next folks who come, stay, and read. A gift of words of wisdom. Some farewells as new lives begin in new locations - across the country, around the world, or down the street. All painting a picture of the memories the Inn has seen.
And tonight, I get to add my very own page.
PS: here's the link to the Inn.
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