The Tide's Gift
My father had discovered something quite beautiful by the cliffs
At a certain time during low tide
He was able to see across the beach into caves when the sea parted
There were many blue and purple crabs clinging to the rocks
Fish and sea slugs in the tide pools
Snails on the cold walls of the caves
And as fast as it was discovered
The ocean would fill up the caves
Crash against the rocks
And erase our path to the beautiful place
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