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August 19, 2004

She Sells Seashells by the Seashore

The clean smell of the ocean air, the whirling of the prize wheels along the boardwalk, the calling of the seagulls, the boards creaking beneath my feet.

Tossing notes in bottles into the sea...hope this gets to you.

Home.

You know what I mean.

Posted by Veronica at August 19, 2004 07:44 PM