Estuary

Rising tide setting sun

Sounds

Solstice

Looped

Path

Path

Coast

Who was it

Passing into Myth

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Becoming

Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

Cormac McCarthy
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