Concentric, lines in sand, pools between the tides, ancient sleeping stones.
Ribbons and limbs, seaweed scattered remains.
Sand dances to the tune of the wind, the red waves shout their stories, again and again.
All changing, ever moving, the stones they slowly change, they crack, they wear, yet still they sleep.
Ciaran Burke
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