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Things I forgot about last night.
One perfectly good and helpful walking stick.
One weird, stubby, plastic-handled butter knife.
One extremely rusted pair of needle-nose pliars.
One half of a mussel shell. (where’d that come from? maybe seagull brought it.)
One long electrical cord hanging from a tree branch.
Shockingly no dead bodies.
Thirty assorted pieces of glass and metal. My pockets are now full of sand.
One ring, silver. Etched with aboriginal-style animal designs.
Swathes of shale.
One shopping cart in a highly improbable place
One long trail of bare human footprints on the glass-covered silt. (suspect river-selkies.)
Three rowing teams practicing for the Dragon Boat festival.
Several unidentifiable metal barrels in various states of decay.
One murder of crows hanging out on the rusted metal.
A plethora of vehicle tires.
Nine very friendly dogs.
All of the gnats.
Shockingly no mosquitoes.