This is what I would like summer to be; sand between my toes, collecting shells and making collages or wind chimes out of them. &nbsp;The reality is a little different. &nbsp;The only sand I&amp;#8217;ve seen is the bag my husband left outside, material from one of his building projects. &nbsp;As for shells, I took one away from one of the dogs who was chewing it last night, a pistachio shell. &nbsp;No surf and blue blue water, just the blue screen of the computer background, keys clickity clacking and my words. &nbsp;Thanks to those tumblrers that have stuck around this summer, occasionally reading a post or two. &nbsp;I offer you these shells and hope you&amp;#8217;re managing to get some sand between your toes. &nbsp;

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