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filtering the sea through my fingers

pic3Norah says I’m a seashell.  And in my belly she can hear the ocean. 

She’s describing the sound of the doptone searching out elusive heartbeats.


A nurse I’ve never met sent me three seashells.  I received them today.  One for each of my children–the born, the born too soon, and the soon to come.  A precious treasure. 


May I daily remember to dive.