Indian Sands

Orcas, rainbows, and bitter cold. That's what Indian Sands is made of.
I've experienced all of the above.  Right where we are standing.
Sand in all the wrong places, wildflowers, bones.
Except I haven't found the bones.  10,000 years later it's somewhat illegal.
'What's it like?' my friends ask.
I'd say Mars.  Moon rocks, red rocks, bedrock.
With some other stuff.
Slime at low tide, liquid thunder at high
Don't fall in or it will crush your skull
I wish I didn't have to say that, it ruins the mood.
Really, don't bring your children.
Chin up, watch your step, and go find those killer whales.



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