Luminous Dreams: Low Tide

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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Low Tide

when it's dead low on the branford river what is unseen is now visible rocks and abandoned mussel shells, plants and creatures once protected by moving water now prey to scavanging gulls and other predators nature's constant cycle of renewal there is a marker on the cattails where the water stood... Sign in to see full entry.

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