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Shoreline Art

A crinkled shore on the Upper Peninsula. We are hunting Golden Eagles. Cameras fully loaded. You find a small stone, on it, a crimp and cockle of wind and waves has rucked an impression of an eagle in flight. “It's only ripple art, not even a good depiction, just water-wear. “ I say. You throw it back into Lake Huron, won’t hold my hand, won’t even look at me, until I admit the possibility of prophetically placed crinkles.

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