Two salt crusted shoes abandoned at the shoreline. The ocean will misconstrue this departing gift and do everything in its power to return them. Yesterday they corkscrewed as one. Two skins fused in sweaty dance until rapture mutated to blisters poking through the surface. Their ex-occupant had been worn as smooth as the stones they now adorn. Then worn more until sand, dispersing freely in the water. As though it was never a stone. As though she was never a daughter.