This morning water carried abandoned seaweed, clear plastic, and assorted opalescent jewels onto the shore. I rescued two crab claws and a hot pink balloon.
Walking through sand today felt different than my memory of it. I invited the inevitable slowness in process, preventing me from getting ahead of myself. The earth was merely pulling me closer in after all, so I let it.
I left this place behind over ten years ago. Traded it in for ferns and tall trees and rivers where I could disappear. Despite the hurt of discarded cigarette butts and other refuse dotting the sandscape, I think I could inhabit this place again. Today my bones were not unsettled at all by the exposure, by the absence of bark. The sea calms.
East to West, West to East.
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