• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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Turning Point

What is the sea’s invitation?
Come see blue, it says, Come and I’ll show you grey.

These changing skies are the wind’s gift, each passing hour a flickering slideshow.

Seabirds glitter, tilt and soar bawl their ruckus uproar

until eyes, ears, heart, soul of me answer: Step me back, they say, Slip this blindfold.