“Would you like to go shelling with us?” asked Aunt Bevy.
‘You can look out over the water and dream of far-away places.’
‘And, later, you can run up on the cliff.’
“Fold your hands, like you’re saying your prayers,” said Auntie.
“And what did you pray?”
“I can’t tell you. It was a silent prayer.”
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 