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Sand between the toes

Photos: Seven Mile Beach, Gerroa

Musing:
From The Shell by Alfred Lord Tennyson
"See what a lovely shell,
Small and pure as a pearl,
Lying close to my foot,
Frail, but a work divine,
Made so fairily well
With delicate spire and whorl,
How exquisitely minute,
A miracle of design!

What is it? a learned man
Could give it a clumsy name.
Let him name it who can,
The beauty would be the same."
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  1. AnonymousJanuary 22, 2008 at 11:15 AM

    We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
    And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
    Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
    Christopher is certain of
    Sand-between-the-toes.

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