There is something about old glass (don't tell the park district about the glass part) jars that Bea and Cordelia just love. I'll save a bag of them and then we'll go to the beach and take a couple of the treasure jars.
Sometimes it's just sand and water that makes it in the jars.
Sometimes some moldy dandelions and mud. This time is was just jammed with sand.
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