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 16 of 108
The pictures don't look like much. But...it is testament to what can happen when you don't expect anything. I don't think I ca...
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Alternate endings, depending on the mood:
...still it stinks
or
...still it sings
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