It's odd to be a stranger overnight. A shell empty of the hermit crab. Scuttled away, saline water swishes in and ebbs out and nudged further ashore. There's beauty in empty shells lying face down in transient sand.
Immensely passionate about a whole bunch of things, utterly scatter brained, complication addict, conditioning-phobic, hobohemian in hiding, have pig-headed plans and am a bit of a cartoon who takes life very seriously
2 comments:
have you ever heard the music in them. ah! it has the sounds of the ocean depth and the universal wind. quite a species!
Well written article.
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