These rocks are our pedestal. We are no longer fish, no longer maritime. But these rocks have seen the change in us. They are the silent slowly degrading witnesses. In a world of rampant evolution, they are monolithic. When we were here, and when we were not, and when once again we have left, they will endure. 
They are a violent stoic ecosystem, a place of daily pulverising life and death. They are the nurseries of new life, as beaches are the graveyards of countless millennia. In a human lifetime, everything comes to pass. But these rocks will not.
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