I've been touched by hurricane rain. I've got sand in my teeth and the wind in my brain. I've got sea foam hair and sea weed feet. I've got mossy green silly string on the beach. Where did the dunes go? Where are the dunes? Has the scat got your tongue? It's the jazz of the motion. The thrill of the ocean. Skipping surf,
it's the whoosh and the rumble. The overhead tossing and tumble. As I stare out there, I feel a million years. As I stare out there. I feel a million years. Where did the dunes go? Where are the dunes?