Beach salad.
(See Sappho on "beach rubble" via Mary Barnard.)
Hollow-eyed,
Tight-lipped:
This fish . . . .
Garnish for gulls.
Someone else's tower.
Rock on.
Fisherman setting forth.
My clayfellow Aegir . . . .
Flow.
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Friday, July 31, 2015
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