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January 11, 2012

All kinds of things pop up as the wave washes over me.  It is dark, yet in the moonlight I see thousands of critters washing up on the beach and skittering off across the sand.  There is a restaurant or bar of some kind up the beach where a party is going on. The critters, covered with salt and sand slip up beneath the building, disappearing as if sucked in by a vacuum.    I feel this nasty lump in my gut.  I hear the heat coming on, wrapping itself around the house. The bottoms of my feet begin to burn.