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It’s as though we’re not moving, until a shapeless cloud flutters by with a wave.
No more land: just the open sea.
No more time: just the memories of blue on blue, unmoving.
I, the same.
Friday, December 22, 2017
Vignettes from the Deck II: Feeling Blue.
It’s as though we’re not moving, until a shapeless cloud flutters by with a wave.
No more land: just the open sea.
No more time: just the memories of blue on blue, unmoving.
I, the same.
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