The kayak skimmed the crest of the wave, chopping its way through. There was not another human in sight.
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath 1
Large boats shimmered on the horizon. The ocean carried me towards them on the swell of its deep breath.
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror 1
I was at peace floating on the reflection of the clear blue sky. But this phantasmagoria was missing the dragons on the Other Wind. I turned a page...
1 Teardrop - Liz Fraser
Monday, October 23, 2006
The Face on the Waters
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