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The place between sea and land is a place rich with treasures. Some of the treasures are large or gleaming, some a miscellaneous tangle, some show life extinguished, others are subtle and barely visible.


Since the rain, the tideline has extended up the creek, and the marks it leaves are different there – grass roots hanging over a sand collapse, a series of horizontal lines preserved as the level in the creek drops, a kangaroo footprint captured mid-leap, sculptured sand reminiscent of the formations at Lake Mungo, wave movements fixed in the sand under tea-coloured water, a panoply of exposed rocks, and close to the sea, a golden gleaming rush of water returning to ocean.