tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post610465609011456943..comments2023-10-24T04:40:21.122-05:00Comments on The Malitz Muse: I Go Out WalkingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-45803935304946366532009-11-17T13:52:44.166-06:002009-11-17T13:52:44.166-06:00Thanks! I remember walking on the beach in Destin....Thanks! I remember walking on the beach in Destin. I saw how white the sand was and how it sparkled. As the waves beat against my feet and revealed the treasure of tiny shelled creatures which were not happy to be disturbed so they re-buried themselves into the sand only to be unearthed by the next wave.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01127166446868895483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10923482.post-65278241348824377992009-11-16T14:03:44.995-06:002009-11-16T14:03:44.995-06:00I loved this post. You are a gifted writer... perh...I loved this post. You are a gifted writer... perhaps that is where your future lies? <br /><br />Hmmmm....<br /><br />As far as remaining in the topic of your post... <br /><br />I live in Florida so I can't identify with you when you talk about the changing of the leaves 'cause basically, we're green all year 'round. <br /><br />But I can identify with your major premise, and, there, I agree.<br /><br />I go out walking... I just see different stuff than you do.cubehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13788126579896276199noreply@blogger.com