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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
-e.e. cummings
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No beach for us this year-- first we lacked time, now I lack energy--but we do love it. There's nothing like the ocean horizon, the whisper of waves, and a wide expanse of sand. Thankfully, we got a good dose of the sea in Maine earlier this summer! Oh, how I wish I could be there now. Fresh air makes all the different in my current queasy state, and salt air? The best.
