When you live next to the beach, you live with the beach. Sand clings to sneakers, seaweed stuck in the dog's fur, and the occasional dead fish dropped by a distracted seagull (yes, it really happened) all find their way to your house. These bits spread on the kitchen table are some of my favorite gifts from the beach. Jim finds the best stuff when he walks Sara in the early morning. Broken and tumbled, each shard has a story to tell and now we are part of its history.
1 comment:
that's cool. what happened with the dead fish? it sounds funny.
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