Flash Fiction 55 (well, this one is actually non-fiction)

DSCN1652I go to the beach every day for sunlight and waves, for the pelicans, sometimes for more.  Take yesterday:  thousands of smooth white stones, gathered from – where? not this sand beach – carefully arranged at the high tide line:
HAPPY 25TH CAMILLE they say in letters big enough to be seen from a Cessna flying low overhead.

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