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the water comes forward through the mist, rising imperceptibly; except to the hermit crabs who can feel the salty water inching closer.
I was transfixed on the feeling of the undertow on my feet, pulling the sand from beneath me and I imagined the colossal beginnings of our planet. What must the constant barrage of pressure and time feel like to rock and ore?
Who says nature has it easy? It’s an onslaught – barreling across time.Posted By Evan Scott On 06.23.2010 @ 10:34 am