Tess Brown

I'll tell you the story. I was walkingthe outer edge of the outer landswhere sporadic signs staked in duneswarned to keep distant from the mammals;in fact, there were critical acts in placeto enforce nonmolestation,but between me and the sea a sealappeared to be having a time of it,rocked and moaned in a deepening birth,as if trying to summon momentumto roll down the beach toward water.In short, it seemed stuck and — it's never far off