I'm like a chain of land, punctuated by dots of water and sand. If the sea sank by a few degrees, you could conceivable drive across the Keys!

To eat me one must first undress me. Spin me around until I'm nude, then lick my top till my head you consume. If you want a spongey treat, then my body you will eat.

I start every meal with a pile of food, but I don't have a mouth, so I don't eat. Still I'm empty at the end of the meal, without teeth that's no small feat!

Vast, barren realms where cacti stand guard, whispering winds sculpt dunes under a sun's relentless gaze. A mirage of emptiness teeming with hidden life.

Lines connect into the art Many eyes watch over craft We can safely pick apart This very tiny fragile draft