Day 223: Prose: Waves.
He stood on the end of the jetty
Waiting for tidal waves to come crashing in.
Splayed his arms and winced his eyes
As the salty winds blew about him.
His tears were saltier still.
Patiently idle.
He stood on the end of the jetty
Waiting for tidal waves to come crashing in.
Splayed his arms and winced his eyes
As the salty winds blew about him.
His tears were saltier still.
Patiently idle.
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