#seacove

[romirplayhouse]

Ontem tive a oportunidade de testar o protótipo de CAROLINGI, de Sebastian Freudenberg e Christoph Cantzler, pela nova editora Sea Cove Games, durante a @spiel_messe Um jogo de controle de área com ações restritas e sem você ter certeza da ordem em que elas serão realizadas! #prototype #prototipo #spiel2022 #seacove #carolingi #sebastianfreudenberg #christophcantzler #jogosdetabuleiro #boardgames #brettspiel #spiel https://www.instagram.com/p/CjZw1kYMyGe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elisepax]

This is the way he would remember her: her hair and dress flapping in the sea wind when they met for the last time. It was their place, their little escape from the world, their sea cove. But this would be the last time. He was going east, she was staying. There would be no future for them. Their last kiss felt like eternity. The wind blew through the cove and it sounded like the keening of mourning lovers. The kiss would end, but they would remember it, for years and years, long after they had found other mates and raised a family, had their careers and retired, and even during their last moments, they would remember their youth, which blew away in the sea wind and the sound of the gulls and all the ghosts of lost souls.

[elisepax]

The old woman sat on the bench and watched the surf wash onto the beach. So many memories of this place. As a child, building sandcastles with kitchen buckets. Searching for sea shells. Standing in the water and feeling something pulling at her, a strange kind of vertigo. Then as a young woman, walking on the boardwalk with her boyfriend, the last night they would see each other, as one went off to college in the midwest and she went to school in her own state. Then as a mother, taking her own son to build sandcastles. He did not love the beach as she did. And that was okay. Now, watching her old friend the sea, she did not feel lonely, but tied to something higher, eternal.

[judgetribe]

Loving these Saturday mornings!!!!