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The sea retreats revealing so many treasures. Pools glint and dazzle, brighter than diamonds. But these are priceless. And in them real rocks. The kind which hide things too large for a finger. But just the right size for life to linger.

Monsters of the deep sideways creep. Here, things with hard shells, easily broken, not designed to fall from a height, reside and abide until the next high tide and freedom.

A wise man named this place for it bridges years. And each time I turn another stone, seeking something wondrous, I return. And I am there often, enchanted by what lurks under stones.