a murmur
of patience, scattered, upon the sea. twisting and morphing calm, and perilous. drifting into the strange, into the light. some may return, from that strange light. accompanied with the stories the memories, of a lifetime. one of misery, one of heaven. yet again, they arise once more. to greet the daylight. to confer, with reality.
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