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Beach
A series of Small Stones |
A jellyfish tumbles in the waves as we swim by. We briefly touch. Connection. Crest-break-roll. Crest-break-roll. Brine fills my nostrils, coats my lips. Again, Daddy, again! On the breakwater pools fill with life, temporary micro-ecosystems |