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Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Washed Winter

all that gathers on Winter’s shore






 the sea washes in
















Shells of Pearls from the depths of the Pacific




S e a w a s h e d






“The oceans never stop.  They know no beginning or end.”
L.M. Stedman 


All that washes in and gathers by the sea fills our cottage  for Christmastide. A weathered white tree with tattered garland like strands of seaweed,  is just enough.   Old worn lanterns with candles for light  as day fades into dark.  The deep always calling, the waves continually washing and we let it be, we let it be so. 

Washed Winter 
Peaceful Tidings

washed by the sea
Kerrie