Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Twenty-eight

“The morning was fresh from the rain. The smell of the tide pools was strong. Sweet odors came from the wild grasses in the ravines and from the sand plants on the dunes. I sang as I went down the trail to the beach and along the beach to the sandspit. I felt that the day was an omen of good fortune. It was a good day to begin my new home.“

From The Island of the Blue Dolphin
~ Scott O’Dell ~

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