I’m - a postcard to the Sea. To the sea that wasted its water growing rice and cotton in the desert. To the sea supported by the concrete crutches of canals and dams. To the sea divided and cut up by industrial fishing in shallow waters. A postcard smelling of fresh coffee and the morning paper signed- Farewell, and thanks for all the fish.

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