Little things like traces of wetness on a kelp blade; remnants of a fallen tide.
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Little things like intertidal intrigues played out in the mist before a coastal forest.
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And for beachcombers, little things like the prettiest washed up nassa. (A perfectly fitting empty nassa is a hermit crab’s dream.)
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Note: The featured image at the top of this post shows morning sunlight’s illuminating effect on Halosaccion.
