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Posted by Peter Ciccariello. Monday, September 29, 2014. Lying on the sand, sideways I see pipers and gulls screeching, picking at the congregation on the edge of the tide. Closing one eye then the other, watching the horizon jump back and forth. Children search for stone crabs on the rock jetty. Time, arrow or not, hangs suspended languid and indolent. The pull of the tide the syrupy smell of kelp and. Why do objects appear to become smaller as they move farther away? Relate to the amount of uncertainty.
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Posted by Peter Ciccariello. Monday, September 29, 2014. Lying on the sand, sideways I see pipers and gulls screeching, picking at the congregation on the edge of the tide. Closing one eye then the other, watching the horizon jump back and forth. Children search for stone crabs on the rock jetty. Time, arrow or not, hangs suspended languid and indolent. The pull of the tide the syrupy smell of kelp and. Why do objects appear to become smaller as they move farther away? Relate to the amount of uncertainty.

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