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That night as I walked in my slumber, I waded into the sea-strand
My poem "The Coast Guard" is now in print, or pixel, in Sirenia Digest #41. It has nothing to do with Lovecraft, although it derives from a trip to Cape Cod with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fleurdelis28 in November, part of our continuing exploration of old New England. It can be found, however, between two excellently Lovecraftian stories by greygirlbeast, a voyeur's glimpse through sacred and terrible dreamlands and a haunting pulled from the sea. Read. Subscribe. Fall in. Don't blame me if you come out differently afterward. Or have trouble thinking about unicorns.
fleurdelis28 in November, part of our continuing exploration of old New England. It can be found, however, between two excellently Lovecraftian stories by greygirlbeast, a voyeur's glimpse through sacred and terrible dreamlands and a haunting pulled from the sea. Read. Subscribe. Fall in. Don't blame me if you come out differently afterward. Or have trouble thinking about unicorns.
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Thanks!
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W(h)elks!
(Or would you rather have conchs instead?)
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Conchs. They make delicious soup.
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I'm not sure I've ever had them in soup, but I could well believe it would be delicious.
I've got fond memories of eating conch fritters in the Keys as a child.
Does anyone eat whelks?