This piece is written for day 11 of NaPoWriMo.
©2023 michael raven
there is nothing left there back at the quay, & with all waving hands at the empty & done, i turn my face back to the broad, rolling sea

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This piece is written for day 11 of NaPoWriMo.
©2023 michael raven
there is nothing left there back at the quay, & with all waving hands at the empty & done, i turn my face back to the broad, rolling sea
Always to the sea.
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