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for
beachcombing, it's tough to
beat the confluence of a river mouth and
tideflat.
in our short time here we've come away with
many
treasures: an oyster knife and digging tool,
various
bits of usable lumber, and an obviously
enchanted
homemade crown woven from charms and
symbols.
did it slip off the head of a reveling
boater or was it
an intentional offering to Poseidon and
Amphitrite?
will an affronted sea sprite appear some
moonless
night to reclaim it with a beslimed skeletal
hand?
as cool and ominous as all that is, nothing
thrilled
me like the sight of this 18-foot 3x12.
...but could i
carry it home alone? i pictured it balanced
on my
shoulder as i'd struggle to keep my footing
on the
slippery shore, but i never even got that
far. it was
so waterlogged i could barely lift one end,
let alone
pick the whole thing up. this one i left for
the gods.
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