Of Settling

Pebbles shift and settle beneath my feet, not so much crunching as sliding into place. Their patterns and lack-thereof are gently familiar as I march toward an almost-imperceptible blaze on the darkening beach.

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Saline Reunion

When the pull of the deep became too much, and the coy eye-contact from the morning train grew tiresome, and sitting at my desk awaiting the perfect moment began to feel like betrayal, I packed up my things and I went to her.

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