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pilgrims, nomads, sentinels against the fury of the coast: backs bent sidelong, straining, still, they sway with loving ease under the eye of that relentless ghost. the ocean draws its breath. that salt-stained silhouette of shore under a frosted glow: a mirror pool, watchful gaze. thunderclaps of memory accost the tidal mouths below. she smiles in her sleep. in dreams aquatic, giants, titans cry their hopes and fears alike: the air collapses, crystalline. the column pauses, dreading, waiting in anticipation for the strike. and yet, the dawn arrives.
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC
Tempest
pilgrims, nomads, sentinels against the fury of the coast: backs bent sidelong, straining, still, they sway with loving ease under the eye of that relentless ghost. the ocean draws its breath. that salt-stained silhouette of shore under a frosted glow: a mirror pool, watchful gaze. thunderclaps of memory accost the tidal mouths below. she smiles in her sleep. in dreams aquatic, giants, titans cry their hopes and fears alike: the air collapses, crystalline. the column pauses, dreading, waiting in anticipation for the strike. and yet, the dawn arrives.
A winter's storm against the shore. The fragility of everything. The beauty of destruction. Stone thoughts that were stuck in my head while I was penning this one. Did it come through? Not so sure.
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28/M/Nova Scotia, Canada
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC
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