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The tide’s detritus, its cast-offs, the wrack line.
What the water and sand can’t hide, bury, or shape,
some creature will eat. What is left, the ocean
swallows, later: my footprints, yours,
sea-glass, shell fragments, bones and last wishes.
Wrack and ruin. Digestion,
the waves’ great purpose.
from "What the Tide Brings" by Pat Hanahoe-Dosch
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