tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241214.post9200101466184150078..comments2024-03-27T22:21:57.519-04:00Comments on :::More whiffs, glimmers & left oeuvres:::: lull before the stormDeb Lacativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037530669295128974noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241214.post-49063488894967429032020-02-20T21:12:58.926-05:002020-02-20T21:12:58.926-05:00I used to stand in the ocean, ankle deep, and watc...I used to stand in the ocean, ankle deep, and watch to see if I could tell which wave carried the turn of the tide. There's a legend, if one can name the wave, the one who makes the turn, that person becomes the next Goddess of the Seas. The see always lulls the watchers. I'm still landside.Deb Lacativahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03037530669295128974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241214.post-33671633586238617982020-02-20T10:39:37.711-05:002020-02-20T10:39:37.711-05:00like those words....low tide stuff....they carry
...like those words....low tide stuff....they carry <br />imagerygrace Forrest~Maestashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15853978388902544613noreply@blogger.com