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Footprints on the Sands of Time

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Source: thehumblei.com

Here is a collection of musings, reminders and recollections I penned over the course of the last two years. Most can be found on my Facebook page (here), where they were first written. They cover a variety of themes and areas, with no particular structure or arrangement. As for the title of the post, I culled it from a line in a poem written by the American poet and educator, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (d.1882) – widely held to be the best-loved American poet of his age – called A Psalm of Life:

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White Sands, New Mexico (IMAGE)

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info-pictogram1 White Sands National Monument is a desert, not of sand but of gleaming white gypsum crystals.

THE COASTAL CAPPUCCINO

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The sea can turn to foam in any part of the world, but this most often occurs in the southern hemisphere. Within a few minutes, the entire coast, houses and chairs disappear in suddenly appearing foam that slowly dissolves in the sand. For foam to occur in seawater, a large amount of algae, salt and some waste must accumulate.