Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Theodore Listens To A Shell On The Beach.

Dear Diary, Today I collected some wonderful shells on the beach. They are so pretty, it's a shame I can't keep them all. I placed one shell upon my ear, and listened to hear the ocean roar. But mingled with the sound, it seemed that I heard Flocks's voice calling me to come home. I miss her dearly and hope to see her soon. I'll only be here a few more days. Then I'll make the long journey home. Good-night Dear Diary, Theodore

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