It ran in rivers round my feet, in dreamy sunshine streaks; a little piece of sky, kissing the sandy streams of backwashed sea. It carved out trails of lace, humming rhythmic salty notes... it was bleeding from it’s rim.. spreading it’s soul across the land.. sharing secrets from countless feet that had graced it’s waves.
I made a boat of driftwood and mussel shells and stood inside. I tied my fears to the deck with seaweed strands, so they could walk the pirate’s plank, when this ship reached the ocean’s heart. And the sun threw it’s voice, summoning our voyage.
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