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Tuesday, April 17
Beloved Poem
Sheila Glen Bishop
And I've remembered always
Snailshells and butterflies
We trod between the seed pearl bubbles
Clinging to our hands
So cold, so beautifully cold
And white, so white the sand.
Photo taken on a Donegal beach.
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