Old fishing hole
Primo fishing spot Not bass nor trout that’s jumping I’m out catching waves
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Primo fishing spot Not bass nor trout that’s jumping I’m out catching waves
Read MoreMoonlight spreads across the placid landscape like warm honey, glazing bare tree branches in its saccharine, amber glow. An ancient evil swims beneath the deceptively serene waters. Small ripples stretch out across the surface as the behemoth glides toward the shore, its great maw open, skimming for tiny fish and krill. These measly morsels are […]
Read MoreTimeworn and weathered Solitude nae loneliness Solace by the sea
Read MoreIt shall be called Seas Separated from dry land This on the third day
Read MoreSea waves curl and churn Spilling o’er the horizon Its secrets revealed
Read MoreBetween sea and sky A leaf upon the water Briny breath exhaled
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