Category: What Do You See
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0801: Tideglass
Tideglass She walks where the sea leaves its broken things,soft glassand sorrow in tangled strings. A letter floats in a rock pool’s sleep.Its ink runs cold,its silence deep. “My heart’s no sum that sense can hold,but it forecasts storms, and it’s turning cold.” She reads,then folds it like a prayer,and leaves it cradledgently there. Written…
It's Still Life 