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Stones bulk large: depleted plovers scrape their smaller partners into minute curves and ramps. This junction when the bird's weight ******* and ties the shale in patterns is the sea lords' making. Stones sit on like rigid eyes: their stare worn silly by the sea's corrosive pull, their grating interplay -- uncanny masochism, while the human heel depletes the simple curve of eggs.
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
SEA LORDS
Stones bulk large: depleted plovers scrape their smaller partners into minute curves and ramps. This junction when the bird's weight ******* and ties the shale in patterns is the sea lords' making. Stones sit on like rigid eyes: their stare worn silly by the sea's corrosive pull, their grating interplay -- uncanny masochism, while the human heel depletes the simple curve of eggs.
Nature's power, nature's change, nature's vulnerability
jonathan-finch
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
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