Walking in the sand

by Barbara Gurry/rowell

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Walking in the sand, accompanied by my feathered friend,  I am reminded of my northern roots. I think of how this time of year the snow is softly falling and the trees glisten with ice.   I am grateful for warm sandy beaches. I am grateful for the  memories of the romantic fallen snow.  The beauty of nature and miracles abound.

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