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Title: Conch Post by: ahkil on October 13, 2007, 02:53:22 AM The sea
prints itself on the conch, its white spiral pod casting seeds like a net on the sand when the water breaks good news of arrival. The father finds the conch alive on the sandbar and shows it to his daughter, black foot, shell varnish. Later how it will empty its sound into the child's ear whirring like the sea in a dream, coming past the sand to sweep its living life, good news, good news. Miriam Callaghan |