As I'm transferring a bit around here for my smashing new laptop, whose name remains tbd, this was found:
I feel absolutely today like I should be at sea, head wrapped in seal skin, staring out over a grayness so vast it’s difficult to see where sea and sky separate and the whole of the world seems in danger of evaporation. I should be out, solo, on a Viking ship, red sails full in the wind – one haunted with the floating smirks of those who delivered the first or the best hugs, curses, lullabies, tricks. Waves would slap the sides of the ship and we’d sit listening, content yet wondering, eager for the end of time - eager to see all that will be before the sun runs out.
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