Patterns.
Random patterns.
These patterns were there, the moment I took a picture of them.
Then they became fossils on the digital map of my cameras's SD card.
Now they are gone again.
At least something different is there now in that particular place on the beach somewhere in North Wales.
I am back in the middle of continental Europe.
I am looking at the photograph and what I see is:
Patterns.
Random patterns.
These patterns were there...
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