Precipice. Pointy, long, winding, and sheer. The sheerness turned out to be more like a rocky outcropping. Crash, crashcrashcrash, sea breeze fills the air intoxicating all around. No one is around. Alone, again, again, alone. Blue I see before me blue, blue, blue, blueblueblue...whoosh. Ebb and flow. Ebb and flow. Tides, love,
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