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January 31, 2011



A fine poem. Evocative. Posses good questions. The photograph is stunning as well. Thanks for a lovely Potluck offering, Julie. Wonderful.

Eric 'Bubba' Alder

Delightful piece, Julie.

By the way, while you were sitting there, did you happen to notice: Does she still sell sea shells by the sea shore? :)


a silent pause can tell us more about ourselves than we may care to know...your words took me to the Pea Island and a long walk...thank you

Peace, hp


cheerful to see your beautiful entry.

Thanks for the time.
have fun!



Julie, this gave me chills. A powerful, reflective poem that fits the theme so well. I applaud you.


That's very cute and thoughtful. I guess the fact that most shells once had something living inside them slao makes them a sad object. I like your ending too.



Julie, a delightful and evocative piece.

Star Ka'at

Wow, that was really cool. Deep thoughts, well written.


OOOOOOOOoo lovely new input for my brain!!! Thanks!


Oh wow! My heart hurt and the tears started flowing as I read this. We are definitely kindred.

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