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Treasures to be found, collected, toted home.
Shells rinsed and trewn across an outside table.
Tiny marbles left behind by a previous renter, collected carefully, and dropped among the shells.
Simply waiting for someone to stop and notice...a summer still life.
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I love your summer still life, the colors and textures. I too collect shells - and also pick up stray marbles wherever I find them. Both of them give me a little burst of pure happiness.
July 10, 2013 at 12:44 PM
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