She sells seashells on the seashore.
And the shells she sells are seashells, I am sure.
'cause if she sells shell at the seashore,
I am sure she sells seashore shells.
The
girls waiting for that big wave that just never comes! Here are my niece and
my eldest daughter around 6 and 5 years of age, eager to get tossed by a wave.
The tide is low and great for those sandy waves. I hope you enjoy this one. This is a presy for my sister for all those times she has had to put up with me, and who now has no choice but to hang it in her front room!
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