by Lynn White She’s standing on the beachwith a small suitcase.It’s unclearif the suitcase is fullor empty.Once she packed it fullof her dreams,but it’s unclearif any remain.She thinks nowthat they were built on sand,sandcastles on the beachto be carried awayon a storm tide,or washed upand buriedin the sand. All that is clearis the emptinessof a long …







