by lil

This morning's story posted by minimum_wage gave me a pause.

Things wash up on the shores of our lives all the time. Sometimes wrecked, sometimes intact. Sometimes they rub up against us for awhile, then drift away.

Let the flotsam and jetsam rattle around your mind today and come back later with a couple of lines or a picture or poem. What's washed up on your "shore" lately?

What's drifted back into the cosmic sea? (Be well 8bit. Find your way.)