A newly fashioned Walt Whitman.

three bits I found.

The Long Island Sound (and more accurately: Eastchester Bay – the body of water that cushions the fingers of Pelham Bay Park) is a steady churner of china, ceramics, and anything with sharp edges. I have huge containers of beach finds set along my sill. I most recently found a tri colored piece of glass- but gave it to E for her birthday. She expressed such appreciation of its uniqueness that I would have gifted it to her under any excuse.

 

based on a date I once had.