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Golden-eyed birds rise in a quivering ridgeline, darkening the shore with their startled traversal, swerving and descending as if conscious of their companionship, shrill and sharp, snatching at their own apprehension in pursuit and escape.
The waters meet and mingle into foam, hastening quicker and quicker in runnels and channels in the sand; now and then there is a rock that severs the tide.
