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Picture
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Sunday
December 1,
2024
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forecast
called for a sunny day and so we watched and waited for the fog to burn off, but it never did. with daylight waning, we walked to the beach, salmon corpses scattered like broken teeth in the mouth of the creek, shrouded in secrets, we could barely make out the cormorants perched on pilings that seemed to hover in grey void, the air dead calm and silent, the unperturbed water a mirror reflecting a bottomless sky, no hint of the horizon. |