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Mar 2015
Waves are crashing against the shore
on the surface of a mug.
They start off dark,
slowly turning lighter
as sea foam emerges.

A hand reaches for the handle
to take a sip from the green ocean.
The opposite hand curls itself around the mug
like Poseidon holding the sea.
The ceramic is as smooth as water
gently flowing from a tap.

A river starting high from the mountaintops
makes it's way from the narrow top to its wide, new,
salty embrace.
A gulf is an artist mixing their blue paint
trying to get the perfect shade and balance.
A gulf is an artist dipping their used paint brush in
clean water and watching the colors swirl.

A mug is simply glazed ceramic
formed into a shape that humans use
to drink beverages.
Every mug is different from their shapes
to their colors.
Every body of water is different from the rest.
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