Holy Wednesday
This morning the beach at low tide was spectacular the clean smells of wind sand seaweed smoke salt and the scent of animal souls at their beginnings and their ends. Be peaceful dear Darklings.
posted by Radish King at 9:22 AM
4 Comments:
That is exactly as it is. I am sure of it.
This is lovely to ponder.
Mary it was that moment when someone on a distant island was burning brush and I caught a whiff of smoke along with sea. Really amazing. XO
Dear Angella, Thank you and as are your glimpses into my beloved NYC. I think your eye for color and composition is thrilling. You might be a painter as well as a writer.
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