In response to today’s daily post word: “purple“.
A purple shell caught my eye on a sandy beach yesterday. A lovely shade of purple, caught in a dimple in the sand, brought in on a line of bubbles from a warm wave. Such a lovely shade of purple, with fine white striations, whorls and ribs. Perfectly formed.
I flicked it over with my toe. It was an onion.
Was there still not beauty manifested in its hues and lines? Did this extra knowledge dilute its beauty? Knowing, it’s perhaps some outcast from a nearby kitchen, or the spill from the grip of a high up crow?
Nevertheless, to me, it still has a lovely shade of purple, with fine white striations, whorls and ribs. Perfectly formed.
Hey Loons 
Hahaha enjoyed the mystery of this piece. Yes it looks intriguing and how it got there even more so. Thanks for stopping by my blog also…no onions there… (:
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Thanks. Loved your piece on the Inca Trail, very useful information. Glad I’m following you too! Here’s to travel!
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Thanks a million. I’m aiming to make a memoir book from the many articles I wrote re my journey in Peru a few years ago….hence many of the posts have been removed. Looking forward to more if your discoveries!
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