The thumping bass beat
of crashing waves
-it echoes across the
cliffed basins nipping at
the sea. The crumbling of
time as it slips down the
slopes, tugging the rocky-rooted
pines closer in the spray
as it flashes off the shoreline.
This rhythmic pulse
of being alive,
a dance within the
hollowing salt cliffs.
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