Every time I walk down to the beach, I gently move this “weed” out of the way because it’s so pretty and I can’t bear to pull it out. Now that fall is upon us, it’s turned into wispy angel wings.
Every time I walk down to the beach, I gently move this “weed” out of the way because it’s so pretty and I can’t bear to pull it out. Now that fall is upon us, it’s turned into wispy angel wings.
