An exploration of poetry: New ways of saying old things. Old ways of saying new things.
__The clattter of the waves roiling the pebbles, in competition with the Herring Gulls... Lovit! _m
Thanks! That sound is strangely comforting to me.
This is soothing. Sigh. I need to get to the beach this summer! Thanks for giving me a little piece of it. ~Kay