What's the big deal about Young Living

The Sea

When I was down beside the sea,
A wooden spade they gave to me,
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
'Til it could come no more.
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  1. Anonymous says:

    I loved these pictures and the poem. Looks like you guys are having a blast!

    Really cold and a little icy here in Pampa, no sun yet. Well there is a sun it is just so overcast and yucky.

    Keep having fun!


  2. Aw. That makes me happy. What a great post!