Not one of the footprints is quite like any of the others. The first are vague depressions, shallow simple in the loose sand. Gradually they become more and more distinct, until, in the damp, firm sand, they are images of feet, intaglio. Then they become indistinct again, filling with water from below and fading away. On the rocks they are monochrome prints, no detail, only broad shapes and spatter. And less and less, until no trace is left.
And there are the waves, and three is the sky, and the is the sea. And three is not a footprint to be seen in all of it.
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