At the end of the beachwhere rocks are impassibleand sea unswimmable.I am the passively standing stonepoints extended into the waves.Weathered in daily battleknowing stoically the war is lost with time.The ocean is immortalbut sand is boulders defeated.The water swirls and shakes me.At the end of the beachwith dead pelicans pealed open.Crows and seagulls gleefuldripping citrusy…

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