There is an echo even now. Awakening
From haunted dreams, late in the night
A memory of a dinghy ride by starlight:
The noise of the motor reverberating
Off the coast, above the rushing waves,
Cold and damp from sea spray and rain:
Phosphorescent glittering streams in
Our passing wake arise from unknown
Depths as we skim their salty matrix:
A shoreline...
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