The sky awash with blue and white, the ocean’s waves flow and lilt.
Liquid metal sunlight flows up the bend. Lilting, wobbling, curling, the wave nears shore and breaks down, poisoning the sand blue. Then new waves break: an imbrication of liquid tiles flowing.
The sun’s rays, teeth of a crocodile, cross the sky.
Aye, you’ve been studying with Lyly.
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