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  • Morning. A hot bright sun shines down on the cool dark depths of the deep blue sea.

    A roar a rush a floosh a flush a sploosh a splish a splash a shoosh a shush a hush

    Break! Break! Break on thy sugar fine sands O Sea as you sayspray the sounds of the waves and the foam! Sing the swift swashing song of Poseidon’s home!

    Noon. Thick grey fog wafts over the sea like clouds of steam from Neptune’s soup bowl.

    Roar rushing floosh flushing sploosh splishing splash shooshing shush hushing crash crushing rocks and shells and seaweed swirling roiling surf rolling up shifting turf the sand the land the sun the sky the rising tide drawing nigh.

    Night. A chill wind kicks up sand and the dunes shift. Piled high here. Swept low there.

    A roar a rush a floosh a flush a sploosh a splish a splash a shoosh a shush a hush
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    Photo: Surf at Half Moon Bay by Richard P. Alvarez
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