She takes an old broken cracked conch shell
a dried up Corsican starfish
sand from her backyard sandpit(slightly damp)
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As always, as you tiptoe in and out of beautiful Tilly's life...you make her and her loves and dreams and beauty and warmth and childhood come alive for me, and I love her and cherish her as though she were one of my very own. This is perfect love...that asks nothing in return...and you do it so well. Scarlett
Always write good poems like this