Flutters from Heaven

 

As I searched for seaglass this morning, I was reminded of my mother’s love of angel wings, shells joined together in the shape of wings. “No way,” I thought when I hoped to find a pair, because the rocks would have crushed them. But how wonderful would it be to have a hello from Mom in heaven?! Then I stepped down onto the shore of White Wharf, and there she spoke! She was listening…..

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