The cabbage trees stand in line like little soldiers, they are so unique, as if each one was developing a singular personality, Tata beach

…like that day when a familiar face appeared on someone else’s face. Ghost? Hallucination? Premonition? The stories align, integrate into the chaotic flow of time passing in gusts of wind, in sandstorms, or slowly like a young seagull that has not yet learned to cross the street.