It's cold and bitter. It's raining again, as expected, this is Seattle. No boats, no people, just miles of sand and miles of water. Moss covered rocks, most of them wet. Tree branches washed up ashore, now turned into driftwood. An old shoe, just one, up on the rocks, I wonder was it dropped? The chill in the air makes my nose begin to run.
A couple shells here and there. A baby crab flipped over on it's back on moss covered rocks. Being pecked at by seagulls.
The smell, is stagnant and stale.
It's quiet yet peaceful. I think as I walk along, how she lay there, flying on morphine. It's sad, it wont be long. We wait as I walk, alone, in the cool crisp air.
More and more, students are loading photos and giving me multi-media. I'll have to think about whether I like that--but these photos do complement the piece, on the one hand, while, on the other, it stands alone very well without them. So you win either way!
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