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By Sea

By Sea   If I were to write on water, where would I start? Mountains. Mouths. Drownings. Drought. The world grows bluer. The world grows in disorder. Old sea, old friend, empty as a cathedral. One white gull witnessed my first loss. It wasn’t its stare but its flight that hurt the most. Blue throat, […]

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