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The Long Waters

 

Yacht rock.  Wavy, salty, and blue.  Whitecaps losing to the wind, ocean spray.  Ignore the sharks.  Ignore the sunburn.

Fish dinners and white wines.  Avoid the slippery, wet deck.  Stay in the cabin, secure the utensils.  Float it out.  Bob and bob.

Don't need no captain.  We're on autopilot, we've set out.  Further out, around, and up.  The deep deep.  Where it's freezing and void.

*CBaker coWrite.

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