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The rose-wind house sat on the rocks salt wood and seagulls bright spray and sticky glass she lay in the sun the shorter one fat like a seal and smiling selkie laughing the taller one came from the house and she lay in the sun too stagnant like syrup with the crash of waves and the oars in the boat knocking listening quiet and dreaming and here comes a red crab like a little sailor “Let’s sing,” she said and the other hummed love well, only the sea knows sand dusted knees rustling weeds only the sea knows only the sea