Read the waves on top of a lemon meringue pie. What do they say? Enter a storm on the ocean—peaks spitting off their hats. Capture the spit in a bucket and read it. Slosh it around and read it again. What new parts of the story are revealed? Spit into the bucket. Watch as the wad is eaten by the ocean water. When the glob is dissolved, can you see the difference? What is new in the story? Come ashore. Empty the bucket onto the dune. Read the stain. Does it have a color other than dun? Is its shape a map of a homey place on a trough of the meringue, a reading room sheltered by the frozen spit of the peaks?
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