Chesapeake Afternoon

Sand, Surf, and Shells

Oyster shells across this shoreline make children walk like stilts on barrier island beaches: she lies on the shallow waters of this warm bay, slender fingers moving with the grace

of the tall grasses waving across the wetland marshes, brown hair rippling toward the white shells,

a tiny swell rolling gently over the children's soft feet moving her way.

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