A Stroll through the Shoals
It is a wondrous yet transitory place – filled with life and tiny tragedies. Strange creatures are born, some to quickly die, swallowed up before they can live their small lives. Others are stranded on dry sand or swept out to sea by the fickle whims of the waves. Fierce battles are fought between seagulls for a tasty prize; but there is no chivalry here, no mercy in the shallow pools of a vast watery world.
Children love to play here, digging moats and building castles, stewards of a fantastical kingdom. For a brief time they rule supreme, but the tides inevitably sweep their engineering feats away; the Ocean is King, and in time the King will have His way.
One summer day we walked here, when holding hands was more magical than the mysteries of the ocean beside us. We came upon a bed of sand dollars stranded in the shoals after a storm. Grabbing at the dollars like greedy children, we laughed at how rich we were on this remarkable day.
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