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Sometimes nature’s beauty whispers.

In tendrils of mist and fog, as a gull glides by

Or a lone fisherman steers his boat quietly through the cottony, morning air.

Sometimes a pearly shell curls around itself, like a flower

Or swirls in spirals

or shimmers subtly in the sun.

A starfish stands proudly while a Sea Fan spreads its delicate, lavender web.

Intricate patterns woven in coral intrigue me.

A mysterious fish bone forms a lovely horn.

I gather these treasures from the waterways I travel

And display them in bowls

And in my bathroom

And they bring me peace, in their stillness and quiet loveliness.

Wishing you every blessing,