rock-combing

21 March, 2009 at 8:04 pm (art, blue-eyed crow, life, work) (, , , )

rockcombing

I grew up combing beaches, exploring tide pools and rocks hiding washed up treasures. My sisters and I walked miles (we thought) on driftwood without touching the sand, squished our feet at the edge of the water to make quicksand, and flew kites for hours on end.

I’m not even sure where to buy paper and balsam to build a kite anymore!

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