Ever-changing shapes
The Poetry of Hands, 46

Of the sea born

Wildwood_chairsWe are the Oceanids / Wildwood, NJ / July 2012

This was the day of bounding into the ocean in the early evening when the angled rays of the sun light the beach in a golden glow and and the never-ending rush of waves dance with us ... we are Amphitrite ... we are Halosydne ... we are Thetis ... we are, a sea born goddess ...


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