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i take it this is the first entry from those notes
posted by
Annicita
on September 16, 2014 at 11:01 AM
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There's amazing action in this paragraph poem love. Nice.
posted by
BC-A
on September 15, 2014 at 3:27 PM
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I guess all mothers did to slow down and smell the sea, we can learn much from little ones.
posted by
Riversidepoet
on September 15, 2014 at 12:30 PM
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of course a little child cannot be left on the beach alone and Mother's get tired and sick of chasing a determined child....Still I have always loathed seeeing an adult drag those wee legs along at their pace and like little Harry, I too love that salty frsh smell of the sea.
posted by
Kabu
on September 15, 2014 at 11:52 AM
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Harry was a real thinker and an awkard little bounder by all accounts. I wonder if he lived by the sea, or this was a holiday of sorts.
posted by
C_C_T
on September 15, 2014 at 11:09 AM
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I wonder where the smell comes from as well.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 15, 2014 at 9:15 AM
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