When it reached the base of the cliff it drew up its vast foam-flecked shoulders and charged the rock. One last thunderous sigh that hissed through cracks rinsed atom by atom by the waves before.
A moment of silence; then the rock face exploded. Pillars of stone slid back to the sea through clouds of spray. Stone pressed in the cupped hands of time was exposed again. To the light, the wind and the rain.