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The Crossing

Across a sea of discontent the old man struggles. Years of patient rebuke fall in a broken wave. The tide pool eddies on the edge of his tired soul. A promise of rest hangs, floating in a sweet cloud of soft emptiness. He reaches within himself a place of balance; found twixt the old and new, the good and bad, the here and there. Then he was no more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 1/31/2016 7:24:00 PM
Well thought out with mounting tension and powerful phrasing... Well done my friend! Best wishes, Keith
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Date: 1/27/2016 1:27:00 AM
Very powerful write, thank you I enjoyed it very much!
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