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.
It was a very tough day and it doesn't look like the water situation will be resolved at any point soon. Could not focus on work a whol...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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