Those of us creatures who make our life along the water find ourselves beautifully drenched and eaten and worn away by the salty corrosion of The Gulf. We are left to dry in the wind blowing from the sea or begging for a breeze from no particular direction. Water that falls as rain or returns from the river, waves that lap and sands that grind give us our gritty patina.
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