I’ve walked over it a million times. Seaweed. Weeds of the ocean. Right? The seaweed would be lying on the sand, left there from a higher tide. When a new wave came up and over the little creation, the scene would be washed clean. Like an ocean etch-a-sketch, it was erased. Then a new scene appeared, totally different from the… Read More
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