Wednesday, September 10, 2008


I stood on Moonstone beach under a glowering sky.  A south wind carried cold salt-spray from the dour, restless, gray-green sea.  Clutches of ungainly black cormorants flew swiftly eastward toward their rookeries.  In four thousand million years of oceanic heaving, have two identical waves ever crashed and foamed upon the sand?

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