Matched

Scuffing barefoot to the edge of the continent this morning I saw the gray sand matched the gray sky. Turquoise-gray waves matched the turquoise-gray mud sliding down to the sea from liquefying cliffs. The black dog matched blackened beach logs from someone’s weekend campfire. The white sun matched white wave crests and a few spare agates along the low-tide trek to the creek.
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