the small frail child
runs in and out of the surf
she bends gracefully and stretches her hand out for another shell
working the waves
she delicately turns her find
over in her fingers with appreciation
before placing it carefully in her pail
a dedicated sea nymph
she works the morning hours
through, her job is delight in nature
and she is paid in sand dollars
My most precious memory.
I LOVE shells!
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