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I write when

I’m sad,

or angry,

or anxious,

or alone.

I hope I find someone

that makes me feel

like not writing.

The Tale of the White Sea: Part 2

For the next six months the crew of The Rising Sun sailed further and further south, determined to find the mysterious island. […]

In the moment there is little we see Our nearly closed eyes capture the stark white room, We cry and scream. […]

With the tides my body sways My clock is tied to the moon And my feet stuck in this soil Gravity […]

I know how the tide feels When the moon pulls her close To a land unyielding. A rocky surface with crevices Even […]

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