Place: Mission Beach, Queensland
Mangroves hold the stream on course until surging forth it carves through sand, hungry for embrace of the sea god.
The beaches - Misson and Wongaling - split by the fast flowing torrent, rise up to silent scrub, two lines of debris between the curling lips of the sea and the clinging roots of creepers, she-oaks, melaleucas, coconut palms.
The demarcation lines of baby shells and smaller crushed fragments, then higher up the bigger coral chunks, cuttlefish spines, sticks, rocks and shells - high, mid and low tide.
The sea now receded, clawing at the sand as invisible moon fingers tug at the watery shroud, pulling the lovers apart, revealing secrets to the sky.
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