Whether flood layers in stone continue to separate the risen tide from the hills they submerged remains the sole surviving residue of that separation.
“Wood hardened to rock holds the memory of fog drawn low, years of flood in layers of glass, hills of sand born from ancient chill now shade the one who walks the flats”
“Shell heaps along the risen shore hold the taste of the tide that rose as the bear's light dimmed and tusk prints crossed what had been seabed.”
“Sediment veins in the gorge preserve the monsoon pulse that lengthened with each shift of the pole star drawing wet winds across ridges once sealed by frost”
“Chalk holds the hollow left by the tread that followed the bear's f...”