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once upon a time there was a beach
the tide was low
very low
in fact the lowest of low
the beach was flat, and the sand damp
there were many, many tidepools in this damp sandy beach
stretching all across the beach and down to the edge of the water where the little waves rolled ashore lapped gently at the shore before washing slowly back out
it was peaceful and quiet
and the sand was a bright brown
and the sea was a light blue and aqua colour, tinged with
pale green
near the edge of the sea the water was clear but not colourless
the air was filled with the pleasant smell of salt and the soothing and relaxing sound of the little waves lapping
cool, calm, and contented
in the tide pools were smooth, rounded stones
they were a myriad of colours
when you removed them from the water they dried quickly
and lost the vibrancy of their colour–they became faded, but no less beautiful
however, when placed back in the water, their colour returned, bold and bright underneath the
sparkling water surface
there were mulled reds, forest greens, blue-greys, grey-purples, sands, blacks, whites
some even had little thin lines of orange
and these stones
would sing when they were underwater
if you lay on your belly in the damp sand and dipped your ear
into a tide pool, you could hear them
such a melody you would never have heard in your life
such a blend and mix of sounds
saltating, dancing, rhythmic, beautiful
high and clear, and yet low and
strong
middle pitches and harmonies such as have never been thought of
or heard of, ever
the singing would reflect to the sparkling water surface
and the water would dance, full of joy at the music
the water would dance and move and sway, and the surface would sparkle and shimmer ever more
colours would begin to reflect off of the surface
pinks and oranges and purples and blues and reds
all shades
golden as well
the sparkling colours fuelled the singing of the stones even more
which in turn made the water sparkle and dance even more
and yet, to the distant observer
all was quiet, peaceful and quiet
the breeze blew, gently ruffling the sea
the pure clouds drifted soundlessly in the endless pale blue sky above
and so it was, and will always be, when the tide is low
when the tide is high
the stones rest in the sand
and wait patiently
wait quietly and patiently for the time to come when the tide once again withdraws
and they can sing in the shallows
contented with their music and the dancing and sparkling and shimmering and the colours of the water
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