Otters frolic in the estuary - water churns as they tumble about - and snowy egrets, like dabs of sea foam rest along the shore, their heads tucked under their wings.
Poems by Jason M. Harlow
Otters frolic in the estuary - water churns as they tumble about - and snowy egrets, like dabs of sea foam rest along the shore, their heads tucked under their wings.
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