i know it is dangerous to be thinking of the sea today, what with the temperature dipping so low and the snowflakes piling up on the car.
but here i go, dreaming of that water, watching the moons of my fingernails become white as sheets and feeling my wet hair bake in the sun, knowing that in a few hours i'll twist the strands around my tongue and suck the salty ends dry.
ah, the sea. the sea and me.
the sea this past summer: with harper, with heartbreak, and new horizons yet too distant to see.
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