"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Friday, July 20, 2018
Shell Art
If rocks and shells could talk, these would laugh, whistle and shout. Look at us, they'd say. Someone has picked us up off the beach, spiffed us up, cast us as heroes in a crazy beach novel.
Here we are telling a joke:
Here we are sharing a tale:
We have no idea why we were willed into being, what our creator has in mind for us. But for now, we are alive and transformed on this Gulf Coast beach.