Waters roll in with the moon at high tide as stars flicker behind a curtain of space. I can sleep through this dream until morning comes, then collect seashells and treasures of ships sunken centuries ago. The beach is my tomorrow. The moonlight, a distraction.
May 13th, 2017
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