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MeasuresSarah Jane BarnettUnder water the pockmarked face of a boulder will soften into international measures. Cobbles the size of a human child will melt, in time, into pebbles the profile of a sparrow's egg. We walk the long estuary where the semi-enclosed body of water mingles in layers of lucid gold and milk. Your face is costal as your slate eyes map the hills and fallows of the track before your feet. Our conversation slips like lumbering cattle, the ground we cover immeasurably diluted by the last week of storms. You are three hundred days of rain. When we reach a fairway I tell you, without metaphor, how the saltwater mingles with the lighter freshwater into a zone where water erodes water. In the sun the tidal action of swell and deflation unsettles the bed of the inlet. That is to say, I speak only of the sea.
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