Thursday, February 28, 2013

beach-combing.






I've dropped my heart many times and knelt down to pick up the pieces. Sometimes I forget one or pick up a new one along the way. It's like beach-combing, a mundane existence - one that I may be able to leave behind someday when I'm better off.
(pictures from june 2012)

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3 comments:

  1. LibbieMarch 30, 2013 at 10:45 AM

    Makes me miss summer!!! Nothing like time spent on the water!

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  2. AnonymousApril 3, 2013 at 3:38 AM

    LOVELY PICS!

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  3. JujubeJuly 4, 2013 at 1:55 AM

    Those words are perfect, just perfect. I mean it. And I sorely miss the sea.

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