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  • When I was a child I flowed with the rhythms of the days and seasons.
    At low tide miniature oceans were created.
    Twelve feet of water, twice a day, moved out of the harbor and left small pools, tide pools.
    Barefoot, with curiosity, I moved into the landscape of the ocean floor.

    This was a time when I would lie in bed at night and wonder what life would be like if I could live, upside down, on the ceiling of my bedroom.
    I would have to lift my feet high to step over the header at the door casing.

    In this spirit I moved into the seascape, dodging the plumes of water given off by buried clams as I walked on their holes, treading on their underworld.

    The currency of my realm was the sand dollar and limpet shell.
    The sand dollar was an obvious choice, but the limpet shell had the added value of serving as an oriental hat for a finger puppet.

    This secondary function of “thingness” was fascinating then.
    Now it is a lifeline.
    With this token I can create a talisman.
    With this talisman I invoke my lost kingdom.
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