"the tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
the sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
the music stops, yet echoes on in sweet, soulful refrains.
for every joy that passes, something beautiful remains."
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With Fall in full swing I'm taking a few minutes to remember what a wonderful summer I had this year. Walks on the beach with family and friends. Enjoying the walks and the fun of the hunt for beautiful shells.
Love the photo; love the poem!
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Thanks. It was taken over at the beach the weekend after Irene. We went swimming and shell hunting. It was a fun day with my son and his family.
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