Sometimes you stuck between my toes sometimes a glitter in a tide pool. I treasure each one big or small, broken or whole...you have my heart and always will.
It is hot and smoggy. I found these in a cigar box and decided to clean them ... each one has a special memory...a little OOF but I love them.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Santa Barbara Seashells
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