Drabble - Old Ships
Inspired by David Morton’s Old Ships
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Their broken spars reach upward, like skeletal fingers in the moonlit sky. These once majestic ships, now wrecked and rent, lay scattered along the rocky shore, like long forgotten toys of would-be gods.
They say that old ships never really die; their souls forever ply the restless sea. Some say that you can see them if you try, can hear the rush of waves against their bows, the snap of canvas in the midnight wind. And when the moon is bright upon the bay, they say these ships will rise again once more, these spectral phantoms of the ruined fleet.
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Their broken spars reach upward, like skeletal fingers in the moonlit sky. These once majestic ships, now wrecked and rent, lay scattered along the rocky shore, like long forgotten toys of would-be gods.
They say that old ships never really die; their souls forever ply the restless sea. Some say that you can see them if you try, can hear the rush of waves against their bows, the snap of canvas in the midnight wind. And when the moon is bright upon the bay, they say these ships will rise again once more, these spectral phantoms of the ruined fleet.
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