Evening Night at the Shrine
You and Jenny stand by the tank as the sun sets, the epoxy is set, and the tide finally begins to turn its slow recede.
Kevin walked with Jenny to the cottage porch and returned to the shrine tank to listen to the tide. Jenny treated her ankle with a sea beet poultice and checked the water tank for leaks before drying the seed tin by the stove. Both rested and ate limpets on the porch as night fell.
It's holding. For now.
wipe the salt from my eyes with a gritty forearm and lean heavily against the stone wall of the tank.
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"Yeah. For now." (I nod, voice low, eyes on the darkening water where it meets the stone.)
I push off the wall, turn toward the cottage, and start walking — slow, deliberate — carrying the empty limpet pot back to rinse and set by the stove.
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I'll check the tank one last time before bed.
limp toward the cottage, shifting my weight to the good leg to dull the fire in my knee.
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"I’ll walk with you. Just to the door." (I fall into step beside her, matching her pace, shoulder brushing hers when she stumbles.)
I walk Jenny to the cottage porch, then turn and head back to the tank — not to check it again, but to stand in the quiet where the tide’s pulling back, listening to the water retreat from the stones.
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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.