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listen
the darkened harbour, glass smooth, reflects long fingers of light
you smoke
in the distance the southern ocean roars
it frightens you
you smile
flick your butt
go below and climb in to your bunk
your boat says only "let's go"
you sleep
the boat is right
let the morning come
Published 15th Sep 2014
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15th Sep 2014 1:27pm
Ahhh, hemi, luv :-* ~
The boat is ready?! :-D
Yea!!! How exciting and, mayhap, a wee bit daunting... ;-*
(in an oh-so-excellent way!) I wish I could sneak aboard and see. :-p
Have a wondrous time, luv; merry adventures! :-*
The boat is ready?! :-D
Yea!!! How exciting and, mayhap, a wee bit daunting... ;-*
(in an oh-so-excellent way!) I wish I could sneak aboard and see. :-p
Have a wondrous time, luv; merry adventures! :-*
15th Sep 2014 1:32pm
My dear...already a week deep in this trip, holed up for a night doing some repairs...laying in my bunk right now with the ocean roaring outside the heads...life is a salty box of chocolates ��
more importantly, thank you for the word-love ��
h.h
more importantly, thank you for the word-love ��
h.h
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16th Sep 2014 11:05am
Cool write ... Sometimes my motorbike speaks to me in the same way ... I try not to argue with her.
6th Nov 2014 11:49am
oh Hemi you make me wish to be on that ocean below deck with you such a picture you paint with your ink.. with love and respect Crim
