I procured twelve stones and one pebble,
from the tidal pool,
while the water was low and you slept,
under high moon.
Rock hounding the Sound on
A cloudless night.
Bouldering about, unseen, in all black.
You could see all the usually obscured mountains.
I could see what you were presently dreaming.
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