Deborah LevyIn the new quiet I heard the sea as if my ears were laid against the ocean floor. I could hear everything. The rumbling earthquake of a ship and spider crabs moving between weeds.
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In the new quiet I heard the sea as if my ears were laid against the ocean floor. I could hear everything. The rumbling earthquake of a ship and spider crabs moving between weeds. In the quiet, I could hear a heartbeat; the beating of creatures below. They were there, waiting for me to reach out and touch them, to feel their soft wet skin and warm bodies against my fingers.
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