...strictly fiction...
The tide ebbs and it flows. Sometimes it washes over us and fills our mouths and our eyes with black oil. Those of us with strength hang on, knowing that the tide will once again go out and allow us to breathe.
The tide ebbs and it flows. Sometimes it washes over us and fills our mouths and our eyes with black oil. Those of us with strength hang on, knowing that the tide will once again go out and allow us to breathe.
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