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Proustian Shoreline Waves
Waves are curling and bending like falling titans slain by the trident of Poseidon pulling them back as they flee the tyranny of the sea.
The shoreline hisses at the slaying of its foe, shattered into a million beads of defeated evaporated power, retreating in disdain at the loss of its prize.
The vanquished drops retreat back down, bubbling frothing angry sounds, rushing back to join the masses, railing forth to make more splashes.
Yet Poseidon there will always lay, ready to fight, to catch, to slay, the sea with all its swell and might, kept at bay throughout the ...