17.4.17

I opened my eyes. I saw the sea. I saw her wake up. I saw her bloom one a many morning. No drunkness of no kind. Just that one, but it does not count. Far from anywhere, far from anyone. Except her. One a many bloom. Of red and spring, of autumn and yellow. I closed my eyes. She left. There is a slight chance she was never there.

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