bean hollow

Bright wet sand, slowly eroding rocks, and the waves crashing over all of it, always coming in and going out. Sometimes the sea is higher, and sometimes it’s lower, but in the colder months the waves are bigger and usually they’re smaller in the warmer. The water is always about the same cold fresh temperature, crisp and sharp and salty. The sand shifts and moves, traveling with the cold water down the shore, piled higher here and then there. That cold water brings fresh nutrients for the life that clings to the rocks, out there among the waves. Sea palm and barnacle, crab and clam. The mussels and the starfish, all the sea creatures have been here and toss in the tumult of the waves, mostly unseen yet found long ago. The rocks and the sand change every day, but the shore is still the same home, still the place to be.

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