These shells have become part of my large collection that I carry back to Los Angeles from our vacations at Manasquan Beach in New Jersey. I call them "Angel Wings." They are everywhere on the beach but usually overlooked for prettier fan shells or sand dollars. After the sea pummels the shells, these bits and pieces remain. They remind me of a heart and wings. The strongest part of the shell. Not perfect, but perfect. Ya know?
For a long time I pondered what I would do with them. I've placed them at my mom's grave site. Her favorite place was the shore too. And finally I have been inspired to write a picture book with them in mind. It's still in the early stages, but it's about sharing and caring and seeing what's really important.
For a long time I pondered what I would do with them. I've placed them at my mom's grave site. Her favorite place was the shore too. And finally I have been inspired to write a picture book with them in mind. It's still in the early stages, but it's about sharing and caring and seeing what's really important.
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