
The ladies exposed themselves to me. I saw them for what they were, stewards of our shore, picking up trash washed in by the tide. Angels, pure white-winged angels strode before me. […]
The ladies exposed themselves to me. I saw them for what they were, stewards of our shore, picking up trash washed in by the tide. Angels, pure white-winged angels strode before me. […]
“My life is my message,” Mahatma Gandhi You may recall our Long Beach effort to protect our shore’s Oystercatcher nesting on mounds of unsifted sands: https://tinyurl.com/bdwkS-eyes But sadly, I visited the site […]
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