It's funny how walking along the beach and collecting seashells never gets old... I do it every time and every time I do it, I return to my towel, laid out on the sand, with a heaping pile of shells!
As I was walking I could not help but think how I sort of life my life the same way. I keep keeping on, looking for a glimmer of something beautiful to pick up and carry with me.
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