The Daily Shell: Number Nineteen
My one-year-old granddaughter Emily’s tiny hands clutched the plastic shovel. She pushed with all her might through the wet sand and then tried to put both of her feet in the slender divot.
Ocean Whisper: At first the threads of life are tight and narrow; with age they expand and relax.
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I love your writing it comes from the heart!!
Thank you Marci. I am having fun sharing my thoughts and I am grateful that they are so well-received. I appreciate your continued readership.