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| ...my battered birkie |
…here, at my feet, foam from the surf collects with the seaweed and blows across the beach in the gentle breeze like a serpent's beard… I gather the fluff in the cup of my hand and gaze into a globule of air, reflecting a world within a world… I burst the bubble with my finger, and the world I saw a moment ago explodes… but I behold it still in my mind's eye, a vivid image of what once was, and so it's as real to me now as it was before…
(beachcombing at miramar' by richard bode 1996)
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