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Jan 2020
The warmth of our voyage slowly dims with every passing storm.
The darkness grows in waves as the compass floats its own way.
The screens cover windows, filtering life with past and subtle dust.
Nothing said or heard is lost with the wind, and this cramped cabin only gains wit with its each and every passing lightless day.
Written by
Hunter Green  In the Moonlit Evergreen
(In the Moonlit Evergreen)   
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