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The mysterious surface of the ocean at high tide on a quiet morning in the cove. It’s deep here, deep and clear with pretty rocks, seaweed, and fish beneath. The sand is coarse. The rocks are conglomerate. When there are waves, it can be wild and swooping. Other times you can swim way out like a mermaid.

The impossibility of verisimilitude triumphs when it comes to rocks, and every day is different.

The sky with my crooked horizon line and an integrated passage of marks for water, earth, and air.

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