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Lost above sea 2016-03-18 - 11:07 p.m. 
At the breakwater, I stood on mossy shoals and tossed rocks that split against the metal sea. The air was deep and painful. I looked back to shore and closed my eyes, to feel the sand sifting beneath me, rising and falling. I looked down to find two feet on an island, on a mountain, jutting up a spire while salt dried. Somehow I was still drowning. I hated it. I enjoyed it. |
