Dreamed that the sea was free and dark and beautiful. Woke up and looked out the window and the sea was still bound in ice.
Not long now, hopefully. The ice is grey and wet and rotten, and melting away slowly. One good storm is all it takes and then I will see the waves roll in.
Then my soul will be free as well. Linked to the sea, I will defeat the ice of winter. There are forces at work that cannot be stopped.
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I've always admired the way you use just a few words to lead the imagination to view such beautiful worlds...
Now you wait till you sail away at the break of dawn.
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