Life along the edge separating land from ocean, sea, river, or pond, especially the Atlantic shorelines, east and west. The constant undulation and flow of moving bodies of water. Life beyond the one we’re able to see with our eyes. It draws me close, I think, like a moth to the flame, like a roll of unexposed film in the dark of a camera. Awaiting the push of the shutter button. Awaiting revelation.

Oak Island

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