Where land and sea in gentle dance, a line where waves and breezes prance. A border kissed by nature's grace, where horizons find their soft embrace.

Fiddle dee dee, a strange riddle am me! Fiddle dee doo, I’m a compound word that could be a an envy-colored home. Fiddle doo dum, you can grow plants during the winter in these, like plums!

It can fly It can hit It can flirt It can hang

Some know me by instinct, some know me by sight. I’m the place where the hunted linger until the world feels right.

If you’re ever at the seashore, she might sell you ONE of these.