Walking slowly – ankles aching – you tend to see the small things on the shore. Each shell a death – they delight and enchant. I can’t quite wrap my mind around that. Is it something to do with mortality – the big…
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In honor of yesterday’s Summer Solstice, I give you today’s Bacon: one of the loveliest poems ever, by e.e. cummings… maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell…