Friday, 6 January 2017

Pebbles on the beach

Imagine, if all of these pebbles were ideas or plot lines; if each rounded stone was a character; if the blue pebbles were adjectives, the pink were verbs, and the grey were perfect words of any description...

Washed by the sea, smoothed by waves, arranged and rearranged as the seasons change - the beach is a model of endless possibility.

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