seaglass

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Seaglass and a small whelk shell. The piece of glass has been under my fingers for a week or two, moved from pocket to pocket, from day to day. Calming to the touch, it is luminous and accidental, a glowing fragment. I decided to draw it twice tonight, as I kept wanting to think about it and the pleasure it gives me.

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Liz--you are channelling annisquam--I can tell by your recent posts. It can be so overwhelming -and the reminders so sudden-- our connection to this place. But as you say--it holds a part of us.

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