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There is something to be said for those who fail to fall asleep at night, and practice patience to welcome mourning. Here is where restless waters seem to silence. Where shadows are cast by the sliver of the crescent moon. She is the Tide's Matriarch who controls transcending vessels Where friends and fathers float. "Did you Hear that?" A sudden splash- a glimpse of purpose for the patience and- "There it is again." He senses a whisper over his shoulder when the ship propels him forward with urgency. He stumbles until he falls back onto his feet. He smiles, wiping away wave remnants from his cheek, and baits another hook. He looks around and casts in the right direction only to be pulled towards the left, so he leaves with everything and nothing all at once. He closes his eyes and sees faintly in the distance, two fishermen with Their muddied boots and caps pulled backwards. They laugh. They cry. "There" he whispers. They're waiting and wishing while grasping tightly to the magic of perfect timing. Where if you let go, you'll surely miss the moments for Forever memories.
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Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
gone fishing
There is something to be said for those who fail to fall asleep at night, and practice patience to welcome mourning. Here is where restless waters seem to silence. Where shadows are cast by the sliver of the crescent moon. She is the Tide's Matriarch who controls transcending vessels Where friends and fathers float. "Did you Hear that?" A sudden splash- a glimpse of purpose for the patience and- "There it is again." He senses a whisper over his shoulder when the ship propels him forward with urgency. He stumbles until he falls back onto his feet. He smiles, wiping away wave remnants from his cheek, and baits another hook. He looks around and casts in the right direction only to be pulled towards the left, so he leaves with everything and nothing all at once. He closes his eyes and sees faintly in the distance, two fishermen with Their muddied boots and caps pulled backwards. They laugh. They cry. "There" he whispers. They're waiting and wishing while grasping tightly to the magic of perfect timing. Where if you let go, you'll surely miss the moments for Forever memories.
bykarleigh
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Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
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