"And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I'd always carried it inside me..."
Cisneros Sandra
Cisneros Sandra
"It's bright pinky-white sand made entirely of shell dust, like star dust, among which, if you sifted it with your fingers, were infant shells as small as the grains but perfectly shaped. Scattered over the surface were larger shells of many kinds and shapes, some as delicate as flower petals, others, though small, built to withstand any battering sea." L.M. Boston
in an ocean worn patina
Unique seashells from our Pacific shores for creating Seawashed treasures.
Summer
days of sea dust
and water silk
washed by the sea
Kerrie