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Tuesday, From the Water
From here—
I wish I could capture this moment with my eyes:
A rose-golden mist of salt
shimmering in the glow of the setting sun
falling like stardust into the grey-green seams
of water, pulled tightly over by the crest of a broken wave
She could devour me in an instant with
white-water jaws;
swallow me whole and
spit me into her dark abyss
But here—
...Saturday 27th November 2021 5:33 am
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