Starfish clung everywhere on this rocky Pacific beach: camouflaged in muted greens, they appeared in numbers on close inspection like soldiers in a fog. As slow tides rose and fell over days, I imagined them drifting imperceptibly along the stones, hunting barnacles, time spooling out like ribbons of taffy.
Each of the fish was fighting a great battle: some were missing limbs or had scars. The landscape of the skin was uneven and hostile, some foreign soil devoid of allies. I liked the surface of his one close up – the complex texture of the patient hunter, the slick of water that coats all things by the sea.
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