Seashells and Shadows Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie A shadow of herself is all that remains just a glimmer of the woman who she coulda woulda shoulda been. A shadow of herself walks on the shore collecting seashells seashells she doesnβt want to collect to touch to hold anymore. View original postShare this: Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading... Related
Felt like I myself was waking down the beach for a moment brief. ππ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
So sad. Does she know, her shadow reflects the most beautiful aspect of herself. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Felt like I myself was waking down the beach for a moment brief. ππ
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Thank you, awesome compliment.
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You’re welcome π€π«
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So sad. Does she know, her shadow reflects the most beautiful aspect of herself.
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She’s learning…I wrote that about five years ago. Great observation.
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