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Fractured Memories

night
icy rain
the choppy surface of the sea
the smell of salt in the air
a guy like myself dressed in an anorak like mine
standing by the railings with a mobile phone
talking

I have hazy recollections of waking up from a nightmare with a shout and heading down to the promenade in the early hours of the morning, shivering from the cold and smoking a cigarette by the railings as I watch the sea in the distance, a huge mass that breathes in the dark
Written by Lozzamus
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