rocks and beach

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The rocks I climbed on as a child, the rocks my children climbed on today, were here long before any people walked across this beach. (A moment of perspective after the freezing cold wet sandy person jumps into my lap to give me a hug.)

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Where would our family history be without those freezing cold wet sandy person jumping in and out of our laps and lives. Couldn't the rocks tell us stories? Wonderful vacation drawings. Thanks.

This is a beautiful study. I like the strong lines and values and the texture you've created.

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