A Treasure Of Seashells

Synopsis

I Wish I Could Remember How The Words Started. I Only Have A Vague Memory Of Sitting In My Garden. I Have Never Been Good At Expressing Myself But The Words Came. I Was Encouraged To Breath Them By Someone Who Didn't Really Exist. Now That Non-existent Person And I No Longer Speak But The Words Are Still There. If You Are Reading Them, Thank You For Your Indulgence. Like A Neglectful Mother I Give Birth To Them And Then Send Them Out Into The World. Please Treat Them Gently. Sincerely, Anne D. Salyer