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Sea, Stones and Shells

Low tide.  The sea receding.  Wet sand under a warm sun—glassy and black.  A bazaar of shells and stones, crab claws, weeds, kelps and  driftwood: an open market without the hawkers.

Remnants of an animal.  Only the rib cage and the spine are left.  A long piece of skin torn away at one end.  Nearby a blackened head with pointed ears.

A cosmic story is etched on a stone half exposed in the sand.  Blotches of destiny shaped like dandelions but have few lines to connect.  It’s for the one who recognizes it.

After a day’s work, I have only one stone in each hand.  Both are love.

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