I love the winter ocean. The colors and solitude. Not the quiet because the wind and the waves are accentuated when empty of people. I love the push and pull of the water coming up trying to catch me. The…
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Spiraling
I asked the shell for permission to share my journey. “As long as you notice how the top has been opened” was the response. The spiral had either worn away, or given way, to expose the core of the shell.…
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