Searoad

She lay down on the sand among bones of seabirds and bits of broken plastic and poisoned fish in the scum of black oil.

She lay down and the tide came in across the bar. The waves broke on her body and her body broke in the waves.

She became foam. She was the foam that is water and air, that is not there and is there,that is all.

 

We have the same name, I said.

-Ursula Le Guin, Searoad

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