pebbles
I definitely mean to write something about skimming stones. This poem - Small Boy by Norman MacCaig - has an interesting thought in it.
"He wasn't trying to fill the sea.
He wasn't trying to empty the beach."
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You forget how amazing it is the first time you see someone skimming a stone. I thought it was magic.
Posted by: Picklin Paul | January 03, 2007 at 01:08 PM