The carcass jiggles with each wave


Blubber exposed

Crisping in the sun

Drying in the wind

Bloating with the water

The earth

The wind

The waves

Caressing it

Creating change

One would think it alive in some ways

If it’s scent were not a beacon for talons and teeth

One would question if life could actually exist.

As it slowly becomes one with the sand.

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