Night envelops me like a blanket as the tide pounds the unseen shore. Ceaseless winds ride the waves drowning out all other sound. Staring into the void, I neither see nor hear, but try to speak as sounds of silence reunite with a voice, wanting and needing to append the narrative, yet there’s no one to listen. At water’s edge I peer into that good night that’s anything but gentle as the battle rages against age and time.
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