The Sounds I Hear

by Michelle Lasley

Michelle Lasley is a mother, wife in Pacific Northwest learning to balance green dreams with budget realities.

February 24, 2012

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The Pacific Ocean

The Pacific Ocean

The glass door is open maybe three inches. It is a dull roar, punctuated by the clear sound of crashing waves onto the flat beach. The heater behind me adjusts. My husband rolls over in bed. Levi is silent.

We are at the beach.

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