Day 142 -
(and as Thomas in France pointed out this is a small number in comparison to the 13,495 that have passed since I married Tom on this date in 1984 - in fact .0105 - so no wonder I am so thrashed)


i brought a few spoonfuls of his ashes to bury where the high tides would move these remains out to sea, mixed with a lock of my hair, bird feathers, some shells on a bed of lichen - the extra.


the one above - the rocks we clamored out on, during our honeymoon when we found this beach,  to gather mussels, ---and from where Tom saw a grey whale, i missed the sighting.


and the other extra - us on the beautiful day 37 years ago when we began our life together.  


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