The Skin of Atlantic Waters

Details: Meet the icy winter waters of my home. They steamroll their way in over the reefs with a snap and a crack, smashing and snarling. But for a sublime moment before violence released, they share their softer side — whipped cream, ice cream, pearly ice, crinkled and wrinkled, luminous and dappled by the frosty light.

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