Float away, the rain-sea that is also the
sky.
Untethered
to anything.
Shuffled by wind.
Still, it sinks.
Lower
and lower with the pull of the million eyes that look up and hope.
Day 27 of 108
Today was good fun. Here are a few things I am grateful for: 1. Papa is well. 2. Had tasty dinner tonight. 3. A friend came over and we pai...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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