~ e.e. cummings
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.

Great photos and poem!
ReplyDeleteOh my Gosh I love this!!! I love the pictures and the poem!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful series. Makes me want to slow down and savor life. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much! =)
ReplyDeleteyou have such a great eye for composition... love this post!
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