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Another sting on the beach at Herne Bay – I put my head between my knees and let the **** bite roll through me, and when I look up I can't tell whether the tide is going out or coming in –     you didn't do it on purpose,     of course. As I walk towards the vanishing point, a white pebble with black veins     catches my eye. I hold it gently, like an egg,     a dragon's egg     you said – admiring it and planning to slip it into my tote. But in the revolution of a moment I turn on my heel and, crushing the stone against my palm, I fill it with what you said     and hurl it into the water. And then I feel better.
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 2:02 PM UTC
Metamorphism
Another sting on the beach at Herne Bay – I put my head between my knees and let the **** bite roll through me, and when I look up I can't tell whether the tide is going out or coming in –     you didn't do it on purpose,     of course. As I walk towards the vanishing point, a white pebble with black veins     catches my eye. I hold it gently, like an egg,     a dragon's egg     you said – admiring it and planning to slip it into my tote. But in the revolution of a moment I turn on my heel and, crushing the stone against my palm, I fill it with what you said     and hurl it into the water. And then I feel better.
17.9.23
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Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 2:02 PM UTC
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