Littoral perambulations punctuate my literary journeys.  Sauntering along the beach allows me to cogitate, dream and kick seashells at squawking gulls.  The water-sand interface reminds me of all that is ephemeral, whether rearranged gently by the lapping water or washed clean by huge, wind-driven waves.  Tomorrow a new arrangement of flotsam will paint the beach with another temporary frieze.

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