Hermit crabs swap shells beneath coconut palms. They congregate in a patch of sand and shells, only a few yards from the shore. Each crab shoulders a shell and hides within it, every time I move. Why are the damn things so small?
So far I have failed to photograph any of them, close up. I light a cigar and fiddle with the macro mode on the digital camera. In the confusion I burn a finger and photograph my right foot.
sunlit bikini
above her thighs
thoughts wander
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