Thursday, May 27, 2010

53/365


Every time I go to the beach, I come home with pockets full of rocks from the beach - tiny pebbles, bigger rocks with holes worn through them, black heart-shaped rocks, square rocks colored like a sunset, white rocks that are nearly translucent - all worn smooth by the sand and the wind and the ocean. I found this one yesterday, it's the same color as my skin.

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