bean hollow ii

The rocks are in a different configuration, but that has always been true. There are still rocks. And there are still waves, and still sand. The creatures that are here have been here since long before I came on this shore. Crabs and clams and sea palms all cling to the rocks. Damp cold sand clings to my hands and feet, getting between my fingers and toes. Barnacles and anemones and starfish hold hard in the surf, beaten by the waves yet they persist as the tides rise and fall. The crawlies, the crabs and chitons, the starfish too, they are all moving to where the churn is. The stayers stay put. They move in a different way, generation after generation. The cold air and water, the relentless waves, all push me from staying here too long.

jg

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