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LIFE SIGNS LOW, TIDE HIGH

Life signs low. But tide is high. Seagulls guard their new and stagnant bay-filled lake, a crater in the cool beach sand. Sandpipers flit at water’s edge and sit, and flap and peck and talk in wait. Hell’s here with … Continue reading

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