Languishing in the salt-marsh, pulped kelp twists itself, breathing with the sea.
Reason for writing:
It just popped into my head while at my desk. I saw a program on wildlife in "salt-marshes" which are these channels of water that bridge the mainland and the Atlantic Ocean on our East coast. The cadence of the kelp is what I'm after, the tempered, lazy, submission with which the kelp allows itself to be swayed... and some watery sounds too!
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