A story is a lantern in the dark,
a little flame you pass from hand to hand,
it starts as one small voice, a quiet spark,
and grows into a world you understand.
We tell them on the porch, beneath the stars,
we trade them like we’re dealing secret gold,
we stitch our lives together from the scars
and make the broken places feel less cold.
The Shore knows this: the waves repeat their tale,
the same old song, but never quite the same,
and every shell you find is like a trail
from someone else’s summer, someone’s name.
So tell your truth, even if it feels rough…
stories are how we love each other enough. 📖🌊✨