036: Under the Sea
You stand in the surf. The foamy water breaks against your ankles and washes up along your feet. It smells of salt and warm seaweed. Sand scratches up between your toes, over the top of your feet, and when the water washes back the sand remains, dark and heavy, pulling you in. It's cold.
The next wave washes further. Draws more sand. Your feet are buried. When the water rolls back to reveal sand and rocks and jagged reefs and billowing seaweed and shimmering pearls and shells and crabs on spidery legs and rotting shipwrecks and foundations of lost civilisations you stand perfectly still and see it all.
The last wave annihilates you.
Written by: Katrine H.
The next wave washes further. Draws more sand. Your feet are buried. When the water rolls back to reveal sand and rocks and jagged reefs and billowing seaweed and shimmering pearls and shells and crabs on spidery legs and rotting shipwrecks and foundations of lost civilisations you stand perfectly still and see it all.
The last wave annihilates you.
Written by: Katrine H.
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