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By PyroHearts GOLD
San Jose, California

frills of summer splashlings, giggling by tiny toes, shimmying in the damp sand, teased by the gentle kisses of the receding waves.
PyroHearts GOLD, San Jose, California
15 articles 8 photos 12 comments

#408332 Poetry
By Margaretalahey BRONZE
Moultonborough, New Hampshire
Margaretalahey BRONZE, Moultonborough, New Hampshire
4 articles 0 photos 1 comment
#408333 Poetry
By cherelle king BRONZE
Centerport, New York
cherelle king BRONZE, Centerport, New York
4 articles 5 photos 1 comment
Hope-in-life PLATINUM, Hutto, Texas
26 articles 0 photos 10 comments

Favorite Quote:
"too many of us stay walled up because we are afraid of being hurt.we are afraid to care too much for fear that the other person doesn't care at all "

#408335 Poetry
By MissB. BRONZE
Stanton, Michigan
MissB. BRONZE, Stanton, Michigan
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#408336 Poetry
By phlogiston ELITE
Hermitage, Tennessee
phlogiston ELITE, Hermitage, Tennessee
224 articles 0 photos 117 comments

Favorite Quote:
"A day without laughter is a day wasted" -Charlie Chaplin

#408337 Poetry
By Whitney1827 BRONZE
Osceola, Wisconsin
Whitney1827 BRONZE, Osceola, Wisconsin
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I want to write something that means something to someone."

#408338 Poetry
By Kimberly Oswald BRONZE
Monrovia, Maryland
Kimberly Oswald BRONZE, Monrovia, Maryland
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#408339 Poetry
By Lovelyliar BRONZE
Pflugerville, Texas
Lovelyliar BRONZE, Pflugerville, Texas
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#408340 Poetry
By FrenchBlues BRONZE
Bronx, New York
FrenchBlues BRONZE, Bronx, New York
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!”