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My salt marsh -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, inside me and out- how can I say what it is? Sea lavender shivers over the tidewater steel. A million minnows ally with their million shadows (lucky we'll never need to know whose is whose). The bud of storm loosens: watered paint poured dark blue onto the edge of the page. Haloed grasses, gilt shadow-edged body of dune… I could go on like this. I love the language of the day's ten thousand aspects, the creases and flecks in the map, these brillant gouaches.