Early in the day, it is just the critters and a few lazy fishing poles. A little frog crosses the empty road. A heron catches some prey before they make it to the lines. A jelly fish meets its demise on the rocks. A fish skull decays into the earth below. I put a worn ceramic shard in my pocket and then a shell. I watch the water and imagine myself swimming.
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