High Tide – By  Charmaine Candappa Of the high tide Broken sand dollar shells, seaweed of green. Moon snails homes left long ago. Heron’s tracks in the sand. Molten crab shells and an old clamshell. Sparkling bits of glass, teal green, amber, frosted brown, and elusive blue Shimmering in the wet glow. A wet feather floats by on the high tide While clouds sail in the sky. Click here to receive your free copy of the eLanka Newsletter twice a week delivered directly to your inbox! ...

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