The sea was baking.
The air hung with the smell of everything dead underneath the sand, as if it was being brought back to life by the heat. The rays of sun were fingers of mist that slowly dipped beneath the surface of the water to soothe its long reach to the shallow floor
ripping out every mollusk
and half formed starfish
and black crustacean
and anything fast and dumb enough to bury itself
boiling every green mussel
plump with ship oil, soon to be duck fat.
It is a seance, with an 100 degree medium bringing alive every
spindly carcass and
tangled canvas
animating what is rotten to the core.
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