Tuesday, July 8, 2014
"I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh and free sea air was like a cool quieting thought." -Helen Keller
I often saw her alone...digging in the sand, jumping waves, and running on the shore. I would call to her to join us...and she sweetly declined. Her contentment was tangible. She played with the ocean like she would play with a friend.