Photo by Tim Johnson on Unsplash
Low tide spits pale foam
Blue crabs scatter and hole-hide
From four romping paws
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saundersa day ago in Fiction
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I like the visual, very playful. Exactly how it is when I walk on the beach with our dog
Beautiful!!!