sometimes when you collect shells on the beach you don’t realize that someone else got there first. and that they are still there. i found herman far away from the beach on a pile of discarded shells. someone must have picked up his nice shiny¬† home and then realized that it was occupied ad so discarded it. poor herman. he was scuttling around in circles on the dock trying to find his way back to a beach. so i carried him over. we had a nice chat. i’m sure he understood me. and hey, we’re the only people on the island right now so no one can make fun of me for talking to a crab. we said goodbye at the waters’ edge. i’m pretty sure he was reaching out for a goodbye hug.

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  1. Helen says:

    Sailor hermana dice hola Herman!!

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