On a desolate beach worn grey by winter,
a spent stream taken away with the tide
has laid out a silken fabric, folds billowing and bejewelled by a seashell,
as fine as anything created by the hand of man.
For even in desolation there can be beauty.
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m1nute 
Ah-h-h…more than once I have thought that you should gather these thoughts and images and publish them in a table book or an e-book.if you do let me know because I will want one…
Thanks, Janechese. I always appreciate your thoughts.
Beautiful!!! I’ve always been drawn to these images on the beach.
Your poetry with this image pull it all together – evoke a vividness that a photo alone cannot quite capture.
Ditto Janechese’s sentiments re a book.
Many thanks.