Shells I have five shells that I count one by one… Found during a time that can’t be undone. You picked them by hand and gave them to me… In a place I thought I wanted to be. October 23, 2020October 24, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: beach, Memories, Missing you, North Carolina, Shellls, You 17 Comments
AO Poetry 