Tanner Brockwell

there is a certain calm about the beach, leaping from stony rock to rock, above the tidal pools. they are different worlds, the life in these shelters, reinvigorated with new waters and yet they have some ancient cause. the stony outcroppings with green seaweeds clinging are the gateway that you enter this new realm. so many different types of life here, fish and microorganisms too. we in a hurried pace, could pass it by, say there is something there, i must hurry to. but the small tidal pools, they are still there waiting. when will you visit again?

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