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: Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email More Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to 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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