Sea Shells, Salty water
Grains of Sand
The sun is so bright
I protect my eyes with the shade of my hand.
Rocks smooth and shiny
tumbled and tossed
by the power of the sea.
Rolling waves, crashing sounds
All of this is surrounding me.
Walking, looking, comparing,
rejecting, accepting.
The stones and shells I select, each one
a sweet memory.
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