J’étais à la jetée

Last night I dreamed I followed dog footprints to the beach. The footprints lead to the rusted jetty wall. The tide line on the wall was clearly visible and teeming with life. There I found whelks, limpets, barnacles… thousands of varieties in a multitude of colours. I found unnaturally orange periwinkles clinging on amongst tiny dark mussels and snippets of bladderwrack in the corrugated recesses.

There I was at the jetty.

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