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Hoe Tempered

October, significant chop, 14°c, cold air temp.  

You can find it  
when we're fighting against the tide,  
you can file it as an fiery dedication that's not mine,  
we can take gulps of salt water, spit it back and keep gasping. You  
can keep your sense of pride,  
it rests within the ride my arms, legs, float and energy gave you.  
Twice I've been with you when you've needed saving.
You're a danger.
We don't sail this water,
as Selkies, by trial
and error.
There can't be error, ever.  
We don't "give it a go" with chop, night, cold,  
headtorch, tow-float and safety team.  
I can't breathe for rage  
that at my age,  
with a daughter her age,  
I protected you first  
and my own care was an afterthought.  
It leaves a worse taste in the mouth than the water.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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